Chapter XV

Piscator

The GUDGEON is reputed a fish of excellent taste, and to be very

wholesome. He is of a fine shape, of a silver colour, and beautified

with black spots both on his body and tail. He breeds two or three times

in the year; and always in summer. He is commended for a fish of

excellent nourishment. The Germans call him Groundling, by reason of his

feeding on the ground; and he there feasts himself, in sharp streams and

on the gravel. He and the Barbel both feed so: and do not hunt for flies

at any time, as most other fishes do. He is an excellent fish to enter a

young angler, being easy to be taken with a small red worm, on or very

near to the ground. He is one of those leather-mouthed fish that has his

teeth in his throat, and will hardly be lost off from the hook if he be

once strucken.

They be usually scattered up and down every river in the shallows, in

the heat of summer: but in autumn, when the weeds begin to grow sour and

rot, and the weather colder, then they gather together, and get into the

deeper parts of the water; and are to be fished for there, with your

hook always touching the ground, if you fish for him with a float or

with a cork. But many will fish for the Gudgeon by hand, with a running

line upon the ground, without a cork, as a Trout is fished for: and it

is an excellent way, if you have a gentle rod, and as gentle a hand.

There is also another fish called a POPE, and by some a RUFFE; a fish

that is not known to be in some rivers: he is much like the Perch for

his shape, and taken to be better than the Perch, but will not grow to

be bigger than a Gudgeon. He is an excellent fish; no fish that swims is

of a pleasanter taste. And he is also excellent to enter a young angler,

for he is a greedy biter: and they will usually lie, abundance of them

together, in one reserved place, where the water is deep and runs

quietly; and an easy angler, if he has found where they lie, may catch

forty or fifty, or sometimes twice so many, at a standing.

You must fish for him with a small red worm; and if you bait the ground

with earth, it is excellent.

There is also a BLEAK or fresh-water Sprat; a fish that is ever in

motion, and therefore called by some the river-swallow; for just as you

shall observe the swallow to be, most evenings in summer, ever in

motion, making short and quick turns when he flies to catch flies, in

the air, by which he lives; so does the Bleak at the top of the water.

Ausonius would have called him Bleak from his whitish colour: his back

is of a pleasant sad or sea-water-green; his belly, white and shining as

the mountain snow. And doubtless, though we have the fortune, which

virtue has in poor people, to be neglected, yet the Bleak ought to be

much valued, though we want Allamot salt, and the skill that the

Italians have, to turn them into anchovies. This fish may be caught with

a Pater-noster line; that is, six or eight very small hooks tied along

the line, one half a foot above the other: I have seen five caught thus

at one time; and the bait has been gentles, than which none is better.

Or this fish may be caught with a fine small artificial fly, which is to

be of a very sad brown colour, and very small, and the hook answerable.

There is no better sport than whipping for Bleaks in a boat, or on a

bank, in the swift water, in a summer's evening, with a hazel top about

five or six foot long, and a line twice the length of the rod. I have

heard Sir Henry Wotton say, that there be many that in Italy will catch

swallows so, or especially martins; this bird-angler standing on the top

of a steeple to do it, and with the line twice so long as I have spoken

of. And let me tell you, scholar, that both Martins and Bleaks be most

excellent meat.

And let me tell you, that I have known a Heron, that did constantly

frequent one place, caught with a hook baited with a big minnow or a

small gudgeon. The line and hook must be strong: and tied to some loose

staff, so big as she cannot fly away with it: a line not exceeding two

yards.

The fourth day-continued

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