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This vintage book contains an accessible and novice-friendly guide to fishing from the shore. Complete with helpful information on locations, equipment and rods, habits and habitats, bait, tackle, and much more, this volume is a perfect introductory text for prospective sea-fishermen. Although an antiquarian volume, "Sea-Fishing from the Shore" would be of considerable utility to the modern enthusiast, and is not to be missed by discerning collectors. The chapters of this book include: “Why Fish?”, “Fish to be Caught”, “Tackle”, “Bait”, “How to Fish”, “Where to Fish”, “When to use Float Tackle”, “Odds and Ends”, “Prawns”, “Prawning Gear”, “How to Prawn”, “Where to Prawn”, and “When to Prawn”. This book is being republished now in an affordable, high-quality, modern edition - complete with a specially commissioned new introduction on sea fishing.

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Publié par	Read Books Ltd.
Date de parution	23 mars 2011
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781446545225
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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SEA-FISHING FROM THE SHORE
T HE ROLLER BEHIND WHICH THE BIG BASS LURK .
SEA-FISHING FROM THE SHORE
BY
A. R. HARRIS CASS, M.B.E.
Author of THE SALT WIND FROM THE WEST , etc. Contributor to ANGLING , the FISHING GAZETTE , etc.
First printing 1940
Printed in Great Britain .
FOREWORD
W HEN I read the manuscript of this book shortly after the outbreak of war, I found it both interesting and informative. Are these not two of the best reasons for a further expansion of the Angler s library? I think so.
There can never be too many books which help to unravel the mysteries of the greatest of sports. The author has knowledge born of long experience-and an easy pen. If you are interested in fishing from the seashore you will do well to pass quickly from these ruminations to the helpful pages which follow. I am honoured to pen these introductory lines to a book which deals with a phase of sea-fishing which has been sadly neglected and which, under war conditions, has gained greatly in importance.
E. MARSHALL-HARDY,
Editor of Angling .
Marlow, Bucks,
9 th May , 1940.
PREFACE
A LTHOUGH originally intended for those who desire some information regarding rod fishing from the seashore, this little work contains much that should be known by every visitor to seaside resorts.

I am indebted to E. Marshall-Hardy for his spontaneous offer to illustrate this work and write a foreword thereto. The phrase thank you is very simple, but in this instance it conveys my deep appreciation for a labour of love.
A. R. HARRIS CASS.
CONTENTS

FOREWORD

PREFACE
I.
WHY FISH?
II.
FISH TO BE CAUGHT
III.
TACKLE
IV.
BAIT
V.
HOW TO FISH
VI.
WHERE TO FISH
VII.
WHEN TO FISH
VIII.
WHEN TO USE FLOAT TACKLE
IX.
ODDS AND ENDS
X.
PRAWNS
XI.
PRAWNING GEAR
XII.
HOW TO PRAWN
XIII.
WHERE TO PRAWN
XIV.
WHEN TO PRAWN
ILLUSTRATIONS
FROM PHOTOGRAPHS TAKEN BY THE AUTHOR
T HE R OLLER BEHIND WHICH THE B IG B ASS L URK
A F AR-FLUNG E STUARY WITH D EEP W ATER C HANNEL
M ILES AND M ILES OF S ANDY S HORE FOR F LAT-FISH
A R EEF: THE H OME OF P OLLOCK AND W RASSE
A P OINT THAT ALLOWS IN AND OUT T IDE F ISHING
L OW W ATER ON A P EBBLY S HORE
W HERE THE R IVER RUNS TO THE S EA
A Q UIET S EA IN W INTER
A N E STUARY THAT THE S CHOOL B ASS H AUNT
F LAT S ANDS AND T ALL C LIFFS
A S ANCTUARY FOR P RAWNS AND L OBSTERS
CHAPTER I
WHY FISH?
AMONGST the many quaint questions that have been put to me, from time to time, has been the hardy annual, Why do you fish? For the information of those who have not ventured the query personally, but who, no doubt, would like to know the answer, I will state at once that my reasons are threefold, namely recreation, sport, and a pleasing reward for my efforts.
Living within a mile of the sea, and, rod in hand, visiting the shore most weeks throughout the year, I am constantly interviewed by strangers who usually preface their remarks by the interrogation Fishing? Not wishing to be rude I invariably reply in the affirmative, although I sometimes wonder what the questioner could possibly imagine I was doing otherwise. During the peak of the holiday season, however, the inquiries are more persistent, and at times somewhat embarrassing, especially if they are born of mere inquisitiveness, though, like all other anglers, I am only too pleased to impart any and all information to bona fide fishing brethren, whether actual or potential, for that is a real pleasure as the joy is mutual. As an example of the reverse influence let me mention an experience of a few years ago. I arrived on one hot afternoon in August, at my favourite spot on the shore, glad to see a dear old friend already there. He was a man of substance who enjoyed a stretch of salmon rights on a near-by river, and out in the bay his steam yacht, riding at anchor, made a charming picture. He was just crazy on fishing, and was completely happy if he had his rod, whether throwing a fly over the river, away miles out deep-sea fishing, or trying his luck from the seashore. He never seemed to grow up, retaining, year after year, the happy outlook that possessed him when, as a boy, he used to catch tiddlers in a stream. I have seen him lose a fine fish after a real tussle, seen him break the top of his favourite rod, and been with him when other adverse vicissitudes, so peculiar at times to anglers, have beset him; but he had always accepted those trials in a happy state of optimism. I had never known him perturbed or ill-tempered: hence when I greeted him, I was astonished to hear him say, I am irritable. Looking round to see whether I could trace the cause for the effect, he laughed and intimated Nothing like that. No. It was like this. When George dropped me, I told him to return with the car at four o clock. I made up my mind for a couple of hours peaceful fishing, but within the first half hour a procession of trippers passed by, and each individual stopped, inquiring Fishing? The same old inane question got me down at last; then when a couple-a girl and a fellow obviously on a hike-stood by me, and the girl trilled Fishing? I was real bored, and said nothing. The girl repeated the word, and as that did not produce the desired attention, the fellow came close, cupped his hands, and bawled in my ear Fishing? I turned round, looked them up and down in rather a cavalier manner, and replied, Yes. Why? They were taken back, and the fellow rejoined meekly, Oh! Just curiosity, you know, adding It s not unusual to ask a fishermen whether he has had any luck. I felt that I had been a trifle unkind, and replied, Yes, I am aware of that, but there is another side to be considered. You are evidently hiking; now suppose, as you walked down the village street, everybody said to you Hiking? You would feel a bit weary of the incessant repetition; so it is with me. They both laughed, and the fellow said, Righto, I tumble. Anyhow I hope that you will have good luck. Thanks, and I trust that you will have an enjoyable hike, I replied; and they passed on gleefully. However, I m glad that you have come, you will be able to share the interruptions. We soon settled down to enjoy our recreation.

A FAR-FLUNG ESTUARY WITH DEEP WATER CHANNEL .
In recollecting the incident, and contemplating upon the seashore during the holiday months, I cannot help thinking how much many of the visitors miss, especially those who select haunts which accommodate a sparse number of seasonal families: there I witness the same ritual day after day. Dotted along the sands, small groups comprising usually father, mother, and their offspring take up their positions for the morning or afternoon. Father reads his paper, mother is lost in a book, meanwhile the little ones dig and build. Before long for lack of something better to do, father prospects in the sand for small stones with which to throw at a shell or something else that has caught his eye. If the shore be a pebbly one, you may calculate that the members of three groups out of every four employ their time by throwing pebbles into the sea. Strange what a state of ennui seems to descend quickly on these summer migrants. True they enjoy a rest from their ordinary every-day toils, but I venture to think that a change of occupation would prove more beneficial. Should an angler appear on the shore all eyes will turn on him, and every time that he reels in, his spectators will be expecting to see a fish. They are keenly interested. Should he produce the anticipated finny one, he will be besieged by an excited gallery, and the questions put to him will be many and comprehensive. Probably some of the fathers will be so fired by enthusiasm that their inquiries will take a more concrete form, and after a visit to the nearest tackle shop, will blossom out the following day as fully equipped anglers-anglers not only for that brief holiday, but anglers for many, many subsequent years. What a pity that they, and countless others, had not realized the possibilities of shore angling before starting on their trip to the seaside. It is sad to think how much fun by the sea so many have missed owing solely to want of knowledge. Not only fun, but inspiring recreation, and something, perchance, to recount again and again: something that will not only live in memory, but bring a thrill every time it is recalled: something to make personal history. Further when next they sojourn by the sea, they will not be included in the company who ask silly questions. At times I have been truly amazed at the ignorance regarding fish, displayed by obviously intelligent people, men who would have no difficulty in making a selection from a menu, but who, having never seen their choice in its natural state, would be at a loss to recognize it when it was caught. In a fishmonger s shop they could, without hesitation, indicate kippers, cured haddock and mackerel, but to divide flats into their many classes they would be at a loss, while the other specimens would occasion them similar trouble to describe. The amusing aspect is that these city men who, in other walks of life, would never forgive themselves if they thought that they had been guilty of a faux pas , unblushingly lay themselves open to ridicule when they descend on a shore angler.
Now for fishing as a sport. With a full-blooded drive, to send a ball out of the ground, for a six; to hole in one; to breast the tape after a strenuous sprint; to break through, flash along the line, dodge the full back, and then grass the ball behind the goal posts, these and similar outstanding incidents will produce a thrill on recollection, but believe me, for I have sampled them all, not one will compare with the gasp that accompanies the memory of the capture of a big bass. Looking back a few decades, I remember as though it were but yesterday, my first noteworthy fish. Standing on a rocky ledge, in the vicinity of a Cornish holiday resort, I was wondering how much longer t