Due to
the growing number of perturbed liberals within the populous, fishermen no
longer exist in Washington State.
One
exceptionally hot May morning, my brother and I, looking for respite, moved
west into the mountains for a day’s fishing on the South River. The spring creek browns the river has become
famous for had eluded our grasps on our previous trip, and we were
serious. Stepping out of the truck,
assembling rods and choosing flies, a middle-aged man in waders, a tasteful
oxford, and leather Stetson made his way from the river towards his car.
“Catch
anything?” My brother intercepted his stroll.
“Not
unless you count two chubs,” the man tossed back snootily.
What the
man had brought to hand were chubs,
but more specifically and appropriately, a species known as the fallfish,
simply. The man had struck a nerve.
Suckers,
redhorses, fallfish, and the chubs are often kicked to the curb, to be joined
by the larger drum, bowfin, gar, sauger, and carp, and dubbed collectively
“trash fish.” The reason being their
supposed futile potential as game fish and scrap existence alongside their more
“sporty” bourgeoisie cousins in the aquatic world.
Ironically,
in the case of the larger members of the “trash” bin, what seems to ultimately
earn them this title is their prowess and intellect that combine to shape a
fish of great challenge to net. Many
would rather chase more susceptible prey.
Those who see past the less-than-perfect appearance and stubborn feeding
habits behold fish relatively unknown as fish of rod and reel, and are
intrigued by the challenge.
The
others, the chubs and suckers, are beat up purely because of their looks and because
they often inhabit the same waters as trout and bass, but carry a bit more zeal
for a meal than their selective hazers, which they fight for equally as well. An unfortunate subspecies of fisherman seems
to believe they are royalty, and that these fish belong under their feet
because they don’t carry a similarly selective palate.
While
I do understand the anticlimax that comes with setting the hook on what you
believe to be a 10-inch native brookie, only to find a silver croaking fallfish
defecating in your hand, my encounters with the fish are a bit more forgiving
than others’.
I’ve
managed to refrain from indulging in chub slander mostly out of respect for a
fine-fighting fish, but also out of appreciation. Whether it’s different for kids coming of age
on the slopes of the Rockies or the Sierras, or even those more imbued in the
Appalachian’s blue ridges than I, I don’t know.
But when I was learning the ways of the rivers and streams of my home,
the Piedmont, fallfish and chubs were my trade.
Any of the small creeks I was allowed to explore on my own were filled
with such fish, and they often made the difference between a 10- and 100-fish days,
for which I was grateful.
Fallfish
were my favorite, but horneyhead chubs provided a quirky change of pace, and
the suckers always managed to elude me.
They were my means of learning to those small streams and creeks and the
lessons that came with them.
14
inches was my personal record in one creek near my home—wadeable, and fishable
with a rod and reel. As an even younger
kid, I still can remember the five-inch monster
chub I fooled from a neighborhood trickle with a rusty snelled #2
baitholder, a foot and a half of line, and a stick.
Though
very modest catches, these were fish I’ll always remember; and I do my best to
show others the value of a fish that values their lives enough to fight for it,
no matter their looks or habits.
Watching
as my brother caught and admired his first horneyhead chub, I tried to remember
my first catch, I could not, but
found empathy for a thing well established in me. Thus, when I pull a writhing chub from a
mountain trout stream, my attitude is droll but deeply appreciative.
So, if
Mr. McDonnell were too so inclined, I would urge him to leave freshmen alone. I’ll soon be one and could deal without the
added confusion. I believe the
largemouth’s popularity far outshines the hurtful “Bigmouth;” but trash fish
have yet to see justice, and I would appreciate seeing their struggle
alleviated.
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