I realised
recently that I’d not yet taken Jessica fishing this summer, and that summer
was almost finished. It was WIGG today, the annual Wallington Invitational
Gudgeon Gala, an event I’d fished for the past few years, but today I was on
daddy duty so couldn’t commit. A cunning plan however, meant that I could
perhaps leave James with my parents for an hour whilst I nipped out with
Jessica, met up with the guys and saw about perhaps trying to get Jess her
first gudgeon.
We got
ready, loaded the car, packed a picnic and headed off to the viewpoint to meet
the chaps at 9am. It was good to see them, a great bunch of lads, who meet far
too infrequently. After a good chat and lots of banter Jess and I headed off to
Cheeseman’s Bridge. I knew her concentration levels wouldn’t be quite honed yet
and that half an hour or perhaps a little more would be about enough for her.
We
clambered down into position and with everything in place she began fishing,
with two maggots, one red and one white, suspended under a delicate handmade
float. I watched her face rather than the float tip. I could soon tell when the
float dipped, her look changing from that of total concentration to one of
excitement, she even let out a little squeal. I told her to lift the rod, she
did so but it wasn’t a proper strike, not really, but it wasn’t a bad effort.
The line entering the water changed direction and started going upstream, so it
had obviously had the desired effect.
As with the
practice goes, she wound backwards at first giving line instead of retrieving,
but soon changed when I pointed this out to her. Soon enough she had a lovely
little fish winging its way ashore. I peered into the water, we both did, and I
was the one squealing when I spotted it was a gudgeon, first cast.
We were
both as pleased as one another, although I think Jess pipped me slightly. I
asked her to hold out her hands whilst I lay the fish, and quite a decent
specimen, safely in her grasp. I made sure she waded out slightly so that there
was a watery landing should she drop it. But I needn’t have worried, she was
gentle and curious, elated and enchanted, it was a fabulous moment.
Once I’d
done the David Bailey bit she crouched down and gently released her prize, it
was as if she knew exactly what to do. A sweety for each fish, that was the
deal so as promised I produced a Jelly Baby from my pocket, then asked her
which colour maggots she’d like to try next.” Got any pink or blue ones dad?”
she asked. Only red and white ones were in the pot so again one of each went on
and we had another cast.
We had a
half a dozen more casts at the bridge, each one resulting in a bite, and
another four gudgeon were brought to shore, all just as marvellous as the first.
After the fifth Jelly Baby Jess told me she’d like to try somewhere else, so we
hooked the hook in the keeper ring and headed out of the swim, through the gap
in the trees and across the field. The grass was long and wet, Jess had her
wellies on, but I didn’t.
With damp
shoes and wet ankles I followed Jess till she found a spot she liked the look
of. Under a tree the undergrowth was trampled somewhat making a nice level
platform to fish from. The river trickled across gravel and deepened just
before us. There was a tree opposite and a deep spot just before the root
system. It looked great.
We made a
few casts but it was all quiet to begin with. Then the float dipped a few times
without really sailing away. I had a good idea what the culprit was, and this
was confirmed when Jess reeled in her first minnow. She loved it and thought
straight away it was a baby fish. I told her it was a fully grown adult as it
was quite big for a minnow, but she was having none of it. After a few photos
we watched the fish swim back to the deep spot and soon after I handed over
another Jelly Baby.
We caught
one more minnow from that spot before Jess decided that perhaps it was time to
return home as her dollies would be due a feed. On the way back we had one more
cast from the bridge before heading to the car which resulted in the last
gudgeon of the day. All strapped up in the car Jess told me all the way home
how much she’d enjoyed the day, and that next time she’d like to catch the same
fish so she can ask how they’ve been since she last caught them.
As always
it was amazing watching her fish. A chip off the old block? Maybe, maybe not,
but time will tell, perhaps James will be the angler. All I know is that those
short trips we share are magical memories in the making.
