I thought this needed a more measured response, and this came out; more like an article than a forum post. Sorry. I would submit it as an article, but I've no photos of gudgeon-fishing, and really, none seem necessary. Everyone has their own idea of what a relaxed bloke looks like.
Gudgeon Fishing
I don’t quite understand why - at least, I didn’t when I started writing this, though I think I do now - but Ruffe don’t quite cut it for me as a mini-species of choice.
Ruffe are proper predators, and proper perciformes, all flick-knife spines and blades, and as much a pain in the palm as in the, er, neck. So why do they have no appeal to me, when I’ll happily spend an afternoon after gudgeon? What is it about gudgeon that makes them, in the eyes of many, the kings of the little fish?
Matchmen may study the ways of bleak, and perfect ways of catching vast numbers of them, but I suspect the process is no more fun for the angler than the fish.
Bullheads and loach are wonders to behold, the one all points and angles - all pleasantly blunt - while the other is as graspable as an eel's oiled ghost - both are ideal aquarium subjects, though I doubt that's legal now. But not serious subjects of sporting pursuit.
Ditto minnows -they always look so aghast at the imponderable consequences of such a small mistake that I can neither clonk them for chub-bait nor stay fishing the same method in the same swim. “Cute nuisances” sums them up.
As for sticklebacks - if it's that desperate, go home. Read a good book, accumulate brownie points, sink a drink. Whatever. The only possible reasons for fishing for them are: you agreed to fish a series of team matches on a canal - in which case, unless rohypnol was involved, you've only yourself to blame; you are seven - that's a sound reason, enjoy the sticklebacks, and being seven; or you have an aquarium and a young non-angler who's just read - er, oops, I ought to know this, it's either Huxley or Tinbergen - and wants to watch the nest-building, territorial disputes, paternal care and mad attacking of anything red, at first hand. That's the best reason of the lot, and I wish you great success. Only necessary once a year, max, though.
But, somehow, gudgeon fishing is proper, respectable angling! Only just, to be fair, but the little, brown mini-barbel with the lilac sheen is seen as a proper fish, even though bleak and ruffe reach bigger sizes. Perhaps it’s because they are shoal fish -but then, so are bleak - in spades. Perhaps it’s because if you set out to catch bleak, you will. The only likely nuisance fish is a smaller bleak… set out to catch gudgeon, and any thing can happen.
And now I think I’m getting warm.
Gudgeon-fishing is the only form of angling which is truly relaxing. Sat behind a battery of silent buzzers, the angler is acutely aware of his life slipping away while fish observe a solemn fast; nerves fray, nails are nibbled, teeth are ground and hair is torn; legering or float-fishing for the “serious” species, one is constantly willing the indicator up, the float down; trying longer or shorter hook-lengths, moving shot around, changing depths, agonising about whether or not to risk swiping the bait from under Leviathan’s nose to check it, or sitting baitless for hours; in short, winding oneself up into a state of excitement - pleasurable, if it works, but not relaxing - whereas, laying-on a bit of worm while gudgeon try to munch their way up to the hook, the pleasant passing of time becomes the whole point. It simply doesn't matter. The quality of the picnic matters more than the size of the catch. The afternoon drifts by...
Or, and this is what I think I’ve been groping towards, am I kidding myself? Is the whole point of gudgeon-fishing to achieve a zen-like state which almost guarantees the "bonus" roach, chub or carp that comes along at dusk to put an emphatic full stop to the day's paragraph? Am I alone among gudgeoners in making dam' sure to step up my hooklength and check my knots as the last hour approaches?
No?...Thought not!
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Where have all my elegant paragraph indents gone? Harrumph!!!