Armchair angling

 

 

 

 

It's been a fortnight now since I last trod the banks of lake or canal with angling intent, a sorry state of affairs caused by a busy period at work and a number of family commitments. However, I have promised my son a perch fishing trip next week, so there is an end in sight to my current piscatorial inactivity.
My solace has been "armchair angling" (although even that has been metaphorical rather than literal, as there's been no time to sit in an armchair, and all the reading done has taken place late at night in bed with a dim reading lamp designed not to wake my sensibly sleeping wife).
Fortunately I have a reasonably extensive angling library, and- being an inveterate list maker- have decided to catalogue here my top 5 fishing books, so from 5 to 1, here they are:

(5) "Somewhere else" by Charles Rangely-Wilson; a wonderful, eclectic collection of fishing essays, well-written, evocative and catholic in the range of subjects covered: travel angling, pike, trout and even tope.
(4) "Trout at 10 000 feet" by John Bailey; similar to the above, but with none of the crude turn of phrase that occasionally unecessarily finds its way into Rangely-Wilson's writing. As much a travelogue as angling book, John Bailey taps into the adventurer that hides within all of us, and leaves us envying his global angling experiences.
(3) "Confessions of a carp fisher" by BB; a classic about carp angling that's outdated in every way except for the masterful manner in which it captures the very heart and spirit of what compels us to pick up rod and line. Illustrated by the author's own scraperboard art, a book that thoroughly deserves its enduring fame.
(2) "Death, taxes and leaky waders" by John Gierach; as only a very occasional (and terrifyingly inept) fly fisherman it's testament to Gierach's incredible prose that this book comes in at number two in my all-time favourites list. The book always gives rise within me not only to a yearning to fish, but also a more general yearning for the outdoors itself, and this is a part of its genius. Blessed with a witty turn of phrase reminiscent of Bill Bryson at his best, Gierach's short essays bear constant re-reading, so well are they crafted.
(1) ....... and my overall favourite is: ............ "How to fish" by Chris Yates. No other contemporary author compares with Yates for his ability to pen words that remind us of what it is we love about our chosen hobby. This book, while in many ways a collection of musings on life and an anthology of random thoughts, is ostensibly about the pursuit of my favourite freshwater fish, the enigmatic perch. If I could only take one angling book with me to the ubiquitous desert island, this would be the book.

So, there it is: my personal top five.
There are some great books that narrowly missed out (including Walton's "hallowed tome") and others such as Tom O Reilley's "The Spirit of the pond", Robin Armstrong's beautifully illustrated "Dartmoor River" and a couple of lovely American coffee table books that I regularly peruse: George Kramer's "Bass fishing: an American tradition" and an anthology called "Ode to bass and trout" edited by Alan James Robinson.
.... and here's the best bit: in less than a week I'll be swapping the books for a rod and line, and accompanied by my son I'll be "gone fishin'", but until then I will be (in the words of the song) "just a wishin' " ............ and reading.

"Signing off" at the Estate Lake

This morning my son and I packed our tackle into the car knowing that it would probably be our last trip of this year in pursuit of crucians. The siren call of old esox is getting louder and pulling harder by the day, and we'll soon be into our autumn/winter pike campaign.
We arrived at the lake early and chose a swim large enough to accomodate us both, and giving both of us a good reed bed to fish to. We fished in what has become our usual style at the estate lake, short poles, light lines, small hooks and maggots fed "little and often."
The weather was kind to us, offering the sort of sunshine that wasn't much in evidence this summer, and the fish were in obliging mood. As the morning wore on the bites slowed, but by the end of our four hour session we had around fifty fish, mostly crucians in the keepnet.
We even had a visit from my teenage daughter and a friend, and I surrendered my pole to them for a while, with them managing two fish apiece, which for my daughter's friend were the first two fish he had ever caught.
So, how to evaluate our summer on the Estate Lake?
 Despite coming nowhere near our target of a 2 pound crucian, there really can be no complaints. The lake itself is enchanting, the crucians beautiful , every session has been a pleasure, and it's been a welcome change from what had become the tedium of sitting behind buzzers endlessly doing the same thing.
However, although the crucians have pulled the elastic a bit, there have been no epic fights to remember, and so it will be nice to tangle with a few pike (hopefully) as winter sets in.
So, until next year, it's farewell to the Estate Lake as the Canal and a winter spent chasing pike beckons enticingly.