“One, two, three, four, five
Once I caught a fish alive
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Then I let it go again..”
This was one of my favourite nursery rhyme and fishing was one of my favourite pastime activity. Fishing just intrigued me and still captivates me.
I would spend my summer holidays at my grandmother’s place – in a quaint village nestled around mountains, fields and rivers. There was this flowing river, close to the neighbourhood, which served as a prefect fishing spot.
I had close friends from the neighbourhood whom I used to pester and coax to join me in my fishing expedition. And off we used to go to the river, sneaking out our homes every afternoon.
We would carry some borrowed cane baskets and prepare a colourful dough of a mixture of flour and turmeric for the bait. Once we stepped inside the still areas of the cool river, we would lower the basket into the water with balls of dough stuck to the bottom making it like an attractive ground for the creatures under water.
And interestingly the tiny, slimy fish would get attracted to the colourful dough balls and once they were busy picking at the dough, we would pull out the basket out of the waters with all our might. And we would catch of the some tiny helpless fish who were so lost eating the dough.
Depending on our mood we would leave the fish back in their home or we would carry them back to our homes in glass jars serving as aquarium.
It was tougher to catch bigger fish because that would require large nets and swimming expertise to go into the deeper sections of the river. And so we left that to the village elder boys who would catch the larger fish that one could take home and cook a tasty meal. On some rare days, looking at the plight of us fishing in the swallow waters, the boys would be kind enough and give us a big fish or two from their catch.
Days passed and the basket technique seemed to fail – either the fish had gotten smarter or the dough balls were no more colourful and tastier! – we couldn’t figure out. So we decided to switch the techniques of catching fish. One hot afternoon, we sneaked into the store rooms of our houses (me in at my grandmother’s house) and fished for something, some tool to help us fish!
My friend found an old netted dress which she thought would make a perfect net to catch fish into! While I found a reel of nylon thread and a rusty metal hook which sparked the idea to build us a fishing rod.
We sneaked out into our safe space along with our newly found items and began to plan out and strategize. First we neatly cut out the net portion from the beautiful dress and kept the dress folded back in place as if it wasn’t touched. We spread out the net, tied some small heavy stones at the ends to have a sort of a grip while pulling the net up.
I used a long bamboo cane stick as my fishing rod, tied the nylon thread to it and tied the rusty hook to the end of the thread. Now all we need was worms for bait just like we saw in the cartoons.
Since we didn’t have any worms, we settled for our dough balls. I also sneaked in some meat pieces from my afternoon lunch.
Off we walked that afternoon, with our net and fishing rod to venture and try our new fishing techniques. When we reached the river, we noticed that we wouldn’t be alone that noon. There were some village women present washing clothes – disappointed, we sighed – the water would now be disturbed because of the washing and soap and fish would not swim that stop.
Upset but determined to catch something that day, we decided to venture into a new spot which was a tad bit deeper in the river. The waters were waist down deep here. None of us knew to swim, but we had the daring approach to protect each other and definitely to catch something no matter what. And so, my friend dipped the net nicely into the waters at that spot and waited patiently as usual. Fish entered and fish left. The small, slimy, quick swimmers. While I choose a spot to cast my fishing rod into and placed a nicely rolled yellow dough on the pointy edge of the hook and set the string and hook under water.
After a while, my friend started signalling me and I saw a bigger fish caught in the trap of that makeshift net. I signalled her back telling her that I would come back to help her. But suddenly I felt a tug at my fishing rod. A strong tug as if the rod would slip of my hand. I was holding on weakly though. As soon as I felt the third tug I held on firmly and pulled the string up to find a catfish caught on the hook squirming away for its poor life.
I pulled the whole string out of the water spot and placed it on ground. I panicked at the sight of the fish and was a bit shocked that such a big fish had got caught.
My friend seeing me pulled up the net and managed to catch some tiny fish which she quickly placed in the glass bottle. She then headed quickly to fishing hook, set the catfish free (was really tough and a bloody sight). She put the catfish into another glass jar that we had causally carried.
The catfish even though hurt by the hook and out of breath for some time, swam uncomfortably in the jar which we took home to showcase as our treasure.
And thus ends the escapade of my fishing trip where the biggest fish got caught in my trap.