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A Fisherman's Tale - Fishing For Fun
Do you remember your first time? Maybe you are a virgin and haven't had a 'first time' experience yet?
Well, I most definitely remember MY first time. I was 15 and living in Cornwall.
I had gone to mevagissey with 2 mates to meet another lad, who lived in Meva. Now, this other mate's Father had a small fishing boat, just a little open thing with an outboard motor but quite big enough and powerful enough to take the 4 of us on an adventure.
So, one sunny afternoon, we climbed down the harbour ladder and into the little boat and then set out.
We had the motor on a pretty low throttle - just enough to keep us moving through the water but not enough to make it seem like we were 'boy racers'. Anyway, we didn;t want to draw attention to ourselves, after all, the lad's Father had no idea we had borrowed his boat for the afternoon!
We went out about 1 mile from the harbour, perhaps 3/4 mile and naturally, being teenage boys, we didn't have a life jacket between us. Just a pack of Old Holborn hand rolling tobacco, papers, matches and a few spinners.
Spinners - Those nice wooden devices with fishing line wound round. A bit like a capital H but with 2 horizontal centre bars.
Anyway, once we had gone far enough out, we switched the motor off and just drifted along, spinners in hands with the line, quite heavily weighted, over the side.
It didn't take long before we felt the lines go tight and we hauled them in.
by good fortune we had managed to find a spot right above a nice shoal of Mackerel and, before very long, we had a nice haul of about 10 mackerel.
Well, we took the mackerel ashore and then, with all thr bravado of youth, we stood on the pavement in the heart of Mevagissey, about 10 feet to the left of the fishmongers shop and began advertising our 'Fresh mackerel, Lovely Fresh mackerel, straight from the sea today"
Now, the fishmonger wasn;t going to stand for that and so, we were pursued, very rapidly, along the harbour front until he was satisified that we were far enough away from his fish shop so that we could steal no more of his business.
We just moved along the harbour, nearer to the sea front, and sold them there to folks who were just walking by.
Aaaah . . . . that was 40 years ago now and still the memory is strong.
That's fishing for you.
Later in life, I suppose I would have been about 20, I moved to a house in Solihull, a very well to do, 'posh' town in the West Midlands and made a great friend, who just also happened to be my next door neighbour.
He was a fishing nut. And a milkman.
So, on my day off, I would get up at about 4am and help him with his milk round. We would have it finished by about 8am and then, off we would go for a day of fishing.
We fished the canals at a place called Lapworth. A picturesque little village just outside Solihull, on the way to Warwick and Stratford-upon-Avon.
We usually had varied success; a few tench, roach and bream. Nothing to write home about, really, but the relaxation and the sense of anticipation was just wonderful. Mind you, the best time of all was the very first day of the new fishing season. He always arranged to have that day off, as did I, and the night before we would be busy preparing.
Loads of breadcrumbs made from enough stale loaves to have built a brick wall. Tins and tins of sweetcorn plus tins of luncheon meat, a stack of cheese and then about a bucket full of maggots, half white and half coloured.
New line on the reels, which were all greased and thoroughly checked over. New hooks, swim feeders, floats - the lot.
Then, about 3.30am we would be up and out.
Now, him being a milkman meant that he would bring along bacon, sausage and eggs that had all, somehow, found their way home with him from the previous day's deliveries. Add in a couple of tins of beans plus a portable camping stove, a couple of saucepans, a pile of sandwiches and a couple of flasks (one, tea and the other coffee with a little extra ingredient added).
We would arrive at the canal about 4am - 4.30am and while Reg got to grips with cooking us a nice, open air breakfast, I would be busy setting up the fishing tackle, baiting the hooks and also feeding the spot we would be fishing.
Then . . . . Bingo! We were up and running for the new season.
Just looking at all the goodies in my Amazon Fishing Store brings all those memories racing back to me and, as I sit here, I can picture that first morning, perched on the bank, behind the tall grass and reeds, lying in wait, stalking our prey!
Since then, I have fished all over. Rivers, lakes, canals and most recently, deep sea fishing. I have fished alone, with friends, on sunny days, wet days, windy days. I've had good fishing days and bad fishing days.
Deep sea fishing was brilliant. My uncle used to do beach fishing with a dirty great rod the size of a Saturn V rocket, with a lead weight about the size of a toilet roll and he would cast it out miles into the sea.
My first taste of deep sea fishing came 3 years ago.
I was in padstow for the week and saw sea fishing trips advertised, so I booked my friend and I for the trip.
It was a late afternoon / early evening trip, leaving Padstow harbour, on the Celtic Warrior, about 5pm.
We went out a few miles. I couldn't say how many, but it took us about half an hour getting to the place we were going to fish from.
Of course, these days, with radar and other sophisticated technology, finding the fish was a breeze and the excitement of the catch was amazing.
Once again, just like when I was a youngster, fishing off the side of that old boat in mevagissey, with the spinners, we didn't have to use bait. The hooks had nice, shiny lure close to them and we just dropped the weighted line over the side and let the reel out until we hit the bottom, then we slowly reeled the line back in again before casting out once more.
It was amazing the fish that were caught on the boat that day in, probably, 90 minutes worth of fishing. There were about 8 of us on the trip and I would say that, between us, we caught maybe 50 fish and all of them a good size too.
I really would reccomend it to anyone. I am looking forward to my next trip in a couple of weeks when I am down there again.
This time, though, I am looking forward to taking my 2 sons and my daughter's husband (daughter is pregnant and suffering from sickness very badly right now, so it looks like she won't be accompanying us).
One of my loveliest fishing memories, though, is when I introduced my children to fishing.
They hardly ever caught anything - nearly our whole time would be spent setting up their fishing tackle and then, hours and hours untangling it every time they tried to cast.
But, we had some great packed lunches, an enormous amount of anticipation and expectation and more than a barrel of laughs!
We would go through all the pre-fishing routine stuff. My wife would see that we had a sizeable packed lunch, reinforced with a lot of sweets and off we would go.
We would park the car about a 10 minute walk away from the lake that I took them to (safer than canals and rivers) and we would share the load out between us. At that stage they would have ranged in ages from about 5 - 10.
Of course, after about 90 seconds, the first one would abandon whatever they were carrying so that Dad could take it. Then the next one would do the same and so on.
By the time we finally reached our spot, Dad was carrying the wooden creel, 5 lightweight aluminium folding chairs, 5 rods, landing net, keep net and most of the packed lunch while they raced on ahead calling out "Come on Dad, hurry up, we want to catch some fish. Why are you going so slowly?"
Aaahhhh, the beauty of fishing with children!
Maybe you have had similar experiences or, perhaps you are still that virgin and would like to dip your rod in and find out what it is like for yourself?
I know Christmas is a long way off, but if you are thinking of a great gift, at a reasonable price, for your son, father, husband, brohter, sister . . . . . you could do a lot worse than invest in a beginners fishing kit. maybe you could just take advantage of the tail end of summer and discover (or re-discover) the quiet, still, peaceful world of fishing.
Please, visit my Fishing Store. Take a good look around. Who knows, you might catch yourself a bargain and remember, give a man a fish and you will feed him for a day, but, ladies, give a man a fishing rod and you won't have him under your feet for the rest of his life! (at least, not during the fishing season anyway!)