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Monday, 22 October 2012

Success! Well, almost.

Brian at work.
It wouldn't be true to say that I have spent the whole of this season pursuing Tommy Ruffe, but they have been on my mind a lot and I dedicated three whole sessions to not catching them.

I put the feelers out by asking every angler I met if they had seen one recently. Most had never seen one  but some had caught them, maybe 10 years ago. Otherwise, most of them didn't know what I was talking about.

It looked like this little, perch-like bait fish had become extinct, at least in these parts, and so I lost heart. I went back to fishing for over-sized rainbow trout and put my dainty coarse tackle back in the shed.

Then I got the call from Richard.

Tommy Ruffe
My friend Richard lives in a cabin-home at a local marina. I'm sure the other owners will hate me stereotyping like this, but its pretty much a retirement community where life centres around the river. When the men are not out in boats, they are fishing. (The women have plenty of things to do, such as cleaning the crud off the bottom of the boat, servicing the engines and painting the superstructure.) There's a swimming pool and a gym on the site, so there's no excuse for waddling around like me, looking like a sack of ground bait on skinny legs.

Most afternoons theres a gathering of four or five of the faithful out on the pontoon where they spend a few hours catching a lot of fish; mostly perch. Its like a French angling club with the members sitting themselves a respectful distance apart. They communicate messages down the line in a respectful murmur, but mostly they don't say much; they just enjoy the fellowship and the peace that comes from staring at a tiny float for too long.

On Monday Brian (who sits next to Richard) remarked that he had had caught a tiddler and wasn't sure what it was. Was it a Tommy Ruffe? Before it went in the keep-net its image was transmitted to me by phone, but I didn't get the message. However, Richard popped by the next morning and showed me the photo on his phone and it was unmistakably a ruffe, or pope; the fish I hadn't seen for years.

Eye-lens caught using a camera flash.
Brian kept it in his net for about 24 hours until I could get away down to the marina to photograph it. By then the light of a foggy autumn afternoon was fading but I tried a lot of camera settings and the flash so I got some photos but they weren't great.  We released the little chap who seemed none the worse for his adventures.

As I let him go, I noticed the curious texture of the fish. Ruffe have a few spines in their fins and gill covers and some rough scales, but there's a softness about them. They don't have the pugnacious fighting stiffness of a perch. Perch advertise themselves with a big mouth, bold stripes and crimson fins and they back it up like true fighters. Ruffe are delicate, gentle little fish, near the bottom of the food chain. You hardly see their mouth or eyes and their colour is totally designed to provide camouflage.

The small mouth is low on the face.
This one reminded me of a little zander or a walleye. The speckled cream-brown, pepper marked skin was the same and they both lack muscular body tone. Most interestingly, they share the strange zombie-eyed look. I didn't notice it until I used the flash, but ruffe, like zander, have a thick reflective lens in the eye, designed for life in low light. This may be a clue as to why I haven't been catching them. They probably hate the sunlight.








Sunday, 12 June 2011

Zanders at Dawn

Zander is a great name for a fish (or a TV villain), though Pike-perch gives a better idea of what one looks like. This fish combines the best features of both pike and perch and then a couple of extra sinister touches: It has vampire teeth and the eyes of the un-dead.

I read about them as a child in my Gran's books but they weren't in the Observer's Book of Freshwater Fishes. However my Brooke-Bond tea card set included a tantalising picture, but I didn't see one in the flesh until after I moved to East Anglia. In the last 10 years I have seen them spread from a few Fenland drains, up the River Great Ouse, and thence into Grafham Water, and I've even caught a few.

The first one I saw was caught by a small boy. After chatting with him for a while I realised that he really knew what he was doing and that the best thing for me to do was copy him. He float-fished a dead bleak through the lilies, weed and other debris at the side of a deep weir-pool. He didn't use a wire trace because zander have a sensitive, gummy mouth with widely spaced gnashers. The dead bleak was attached by the lip to a small treble or a large single hook and the last couple of inches of line, down to the knot, were covered by a soft tube. This was probably enough to stop pike biting through the line.

Using the same rig as him, I had my first success straight away, but over the next few trips I modified the set-up a bit. Pike gave me a lot of bother and I hated the idea of leaving a hook in one, so I used a fine wire trace but kept the rubber tubing on to stop the zander from feeling the wire. Later I used green, soft-coated wire. My other modification was to hook the bait through the tail, in the belief that most predators like to swallow their meals head first.

I soon found myself in trouble with the local club because they don't allow dead-baiting with freshwater baits. I find this understandable, but misguided. Surely it is better to use healthy baitfish from your own stretch of water rather than bring in frozen fish that might bring in diseases from somewhere else Anyway, zanders don't like salt-water baits, though people do catch them using lampreys, eels and smelt.

My freezer happened to be full of rainbow trout so I thought I would try one for bait. If I hooked one of these through the tail and tried to cast it I'd get a hernia since they weigh a couple of pounds each. Would a shapeless, bleak-sixed, pink off-cut really work as well as a perfectly formed, fresh bleak? Oh yes!

You can cut the skinny belly strips off your trout with a pair of scissors when you clean them and keep the rest for eating. The strips are bony and don't have a lot of meat but the skin is white and tough so it looks fishy and holds the hook well. I cut it into elongated triangles, maybe 4 inches long, rather like a bait you might use for mackerel. It catches pike of all sizes as well as zanders and sometimes perch. If you let it lie on the bottom at dusk you will also catch eels, whether you want to or not.

The big spoiler on all this fun is that you need to get up really early. Zander like low light and I have rarely caught a summer zander after 8 am. Once you have caught one you may have mixed feelings. They look great but don't fight nearly as well as summer pike do. They need gentle handling and shouldn't be kept out of the water any longer than necessary to take out the hook and snap a picture.

Spinning, plugging, rubber lures and even flies can catch zander, but dead-bait seems to me to work best. A lot of Grafham Water zanders find their way to the table after being caught on flies dragged on weighted lines near the bottom, but I have only caught small ones on a damsel nymph from the dam.

I have never killed a zander but I have eaten the similar American Wall-eye in restaurants and the firm, white boneless steaks were delicious. Pike and perch are very bony fish, but Zanders just have a few big bones that you can easily remove.

Should I be so positive about an introduced predator in my local river? Probably not, though it has to be remembered that the river is also inhabited by carp, barbel, wells, and signal crayfish (to name only a few of the bigger species) all of which are non-native here. The river itself is nothing like its natural self. It was tamed to power mills, then the races were removed when the river was canalised for navigation upstream as far as Bedford. Now it is really just a chain of ponds.

I always thought that zanders occurred naturally in the Rhine system and just never made it to the UK. Actually, they only crossed the Alps into Europe quite recently, bringing their name with them. I was amazed to see that they have been introduced into the USA and sold as wall-eye, so perhaps I've eaten them after all. The name is Greek and short for Alexander, meaning "defender of men".