Another quiet day in. Very unusual for The Man and me to have not one,
but two days at home.
Well not entirely an inside day ‘cos we went for a bit of a walk this
afternoon through the park here at Crystal Palace. It was still pretty cool, I
think the day only got up to about 10 or 12 degrees. Still, well wrapped out we
ventured out. There were lots of others
out there in the park too.
Part of the walk took us around a private fishing lake. Made me think of the glorious fishing days we
have had back in NZ. Nothing like that in those fishing lakes here. Not only do
you have to pay to fish your permit will
probably be for the day and probably during specific hours. OK. Back home if
you are freshwater fishing, for trout, you will need a licence, but for the season
and for a much broader geographical area to boot.
So back to the sort of fresh water fishing done here. So there you are
with your permit, now for the rod. Not a nice flexible casting type one, but
rigid pole, and a telescopic pole to boot that can be added to to get it out
further over the water. Then you wait. Occasionally flinging out a small amount
of burley. Said burley is likely to consist of coloured pink maggots or even crumbled
pet food.
Then you sit down on your folding seat and wait. The seats are a bit
special, lots of pockets and no doubt costing the angler a small fortune. The
anglers kit themselves out with jackets, seats a frame to hold the rod and lots
of wriggly maggots. A net to lift them out of the water and some sort of catch
bag to put the catch into. The catch bag is for competition fishing, so that
the fish can be weighed in at the end of the day and then released back into
the lake alive and in good condition. We’ve seen one angler weigh in about 35kg
of scaly critters. Oh and did I mention that these fish are not good to eat.
It isn’t very exciting fishing sitting on the shore of a lake for hours
on end, no sandy beach to fossick on and certainly no prospect at the end of
the day of a nice fresh fish dinner.
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