Here are The Kinks performing their 1968 hit Thank you for the Dace.
And here are some Dace!
But wait a minute! Fried dace with salted black beans -well of course you’d want to write songs about them, but these aren’t our fine European Dace, they’re riffle dace, or black nose dace or, heaven forbid, Foskett speckled dace. The picture on the can looks like some sort of roachy, silver breamy number but trust me, it’s what’s inside that counts and you won’t find the nimble dace of the Thames lurking among the salted black beans of Chung King.
Here’s a lissome rod that would be just right for some dace fishing this month – The Hardy № 1 Wallis Avon. Click image to see product.
Now that we’ve got lunch sorted out, let’s look at something closer to home; the less than digestible but more than sporting barbel, or barbeau as they call them on The Continent. My Mum bought me Raoul Renault’s The Barbel -His Customs, Fishing For Him and we used to read it in the original French, before we were dissuaded from such unpatriotic foolishness by some dace-brains. Pity really. The rivers of France are full of barbel because they aren’t good to eat, even though Escoffier gives six recipes for them in his Guide To Modern Cookery. They are found in English and some Welsh rivers too.
The best rod for barbel fishing is the one we designed with our fellow europhile Chris Yates. We happen to have an unused one in stock.
Here it is, Le Chris Yates Barbus Maximus canne a lancer leger bambou refendu.
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Jusqu’à la prochaine fois, bonne chance et restez en sécurité,
Edouard et Colin