sam vimes
Well-known member
As follow on from Skippy's comment in the HDYGO thread, so as not to upset Peter.
I can't say that I fish commies regularly these days, but I'm not a hater of them. The initial rise of the commie coincided with my late teens and early twenties. If I'm honest, I don't think that they taught me a huge amount that's relevant to the fishing I do now. However, I enjoyed them immensely at the time and they fitted nicely with a rather hectic lifestyle. I wanted to go fishing occasionally and catch fish, and I certainly did. I didn't have the time for many hours of fishing, let alone observation, that might be required on a big gravel pit or river.
One thing I will credit commies with is how to play decent sized fish. Yes, I'd caught reasonably decent fish elsewhere, but it was occasional enough for each occurrence to be a heart in the mouth, petrified of losing it, moment, or it was on gear that was a little heavier than a match rod. Commies gave a regular procession of fish that really pulled back in a way that no other local water could. I now have a teenage nephew that occasionally comes with me. I started him gently on farm ponds full of stunted roach and rudd. That was great for a while, but now he's progressed further, I'd not look beyond one of the local commies when he's in tow.
Say what you will about these commies but for someone like Jack they are ideal. I'd have cut me arm off for waters like this when I was doing my apprenticeship 50 odd years ago !
I can't say that I fish commies regularly these days, but I'm not a hater of them. The initial rise of the commie coincided with my late teens and early twenties. If I'm honest, I don't think that they taught me a huge amount that's relevant to the fishing I do now. However, I enjoyed them immensely at the time and they fitted nicely with a rather hectic lifestyle. I wanted to go fishing occasionally and catch fish, and I certainly did. I didn't have the time for many hours of fishing, let alone observation, that might be required on a big gravel pit or river.
One thing I will credit commies with is how to play decent sized fish. Yes, I'd caught reasonably decent fish elsewhere, but it was occasional enough for each occurrence to be a heart in the mouth, petrified of losing it, moment, or it was on gear that was a little heavier than a match rod. Commies gave a regular procession of fish that really pulled back in a way that no other local water could. I now have a teenage nephew that occasionally comes with me. I started him gently on farm ponds full of stunted roach and rudd. That was great for a while, but now he's progressed further, I'd not look beyond one of the local commies when he's in tow.