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Fitness and Sports Sport Maggot Drowning Was A Signal Of Growing Up As A Kid
Fitness and Sports Sport Maggot Drowning Was A Signal Of Growing Up As A Kid| Maggot Drowning Was A Signal Of Growing Up As A Kid |
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| Written by Jon Izzard |
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I am reminiscing fondly upon fishing days as I'm getting ready to get on a return into the world's best attended participation sport or pastime, call it what you will. I still have a lot of of my bait and tackle packed away in the garage, a lot of it most likely illegal and in need of substitution now so I will be making a pre-emptive visit to one of the many local fishing tackle shop in the vicinity, and for some of the more usual equipment, an internet bait and tackle site. The first time I went maggot drowing was with my pa and his brother who was a very keen angler, to a big pond near St Albans when I was something like eight years old. I don't remember much about it, but I did hook a pair of dace which I was highly pleased about. I say that 'I' caught, though in reality my old man set up my bait and tackle and my uncle showed me how to cast so that was about the boundary of my talent. I seem to recall that that weekend I was also modelling my 1st fur lined parka jacket. The things you remember eh? In my early teenage I became very keen and I was part of a gang of mates who would go to our nearby lakes on a Tuesday and Thursday early evening. And, if I wasn't playing football or rugby, I'd go for the day on a Saturday. And if I was I'd try and get there for the afternoon after the game if I could manage it. Most of my bait and tackle was pretty elderly and second-hand. Our village did not run to a dedicated fishing tackle shop but we had a mini department store that had a small choice. For wider and superior stuff you had to travel into Guildford. We also did not have somewhere nearby that sold maggots, so fairly often bait concoctions would appear, and digging up worms was a pretty important undertaking. We also used to cycle out to a little river at the outskirts of the village which was quite risky because we permits for it but it was always good fun if you could bag a quality swim. I remember once getting into a shoal of gudgeon and having thirty minutes of fun pulling them out and releasing them again in an almost constant motion. I know vegetarians, I know, not much in the way of laughs for the fish but then again, being a wild fish isn't great at any time as far as I can see. And when I went home I did throw in the rest of my bait for them to enjoy in peace. Those were wonderful years, I remember with great clarity the old lady who lived along the road from the fisheries that we had to talk to first to get a day permit and strolling around the 2 ponds to see who was already there, choosing a swim if your favourite wasn't available and then getting the bait and tackle set up for the day and sending the first cast of the day out into the water. Then later, the excitement as someone got into a tench, everyone gathering round offering advice on how best to play it and then hope to be the person to be asked to hold the landing net as it comes into the bank. Those were joyous days, a rite of passage when as kids we would let out to make our own amusement, no trouble, no mischief or infuriating other people. I do wonder how many youngsters at the age now that we were then would be able to do that. I don't know, but I reckon it's not so easy now. 20101213 Kindly provided by 4Girls.dk You are welcome to use this article on your own website, if you include this link. |
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