The Tickler

When Alice Weatherspoon fancied a bit of fish foryears of fishing that stretch of river Alice had
her tea, she didn’t go to thenever even seen a warden, but she knew the
fishmonger’s or the chip shop, she wenttype.
down to the river to catch her own. Mind you if‘Excuse me Madam, could I see your
the river warden were to catch her fishingfishing licence?’ the man asked.
without a licence it would have cost her a pretty‘And who might you be?’
penny, the fines were ridiculous and could be as‘I am the river warden and you need a
high as £2,500.licence to fish here.’
It would have been an easy job for Alice to get a‘That’s alright then,’ said
licence, but she refused too on principle. TheAlice. ‘I’m not fishing.’
Environment Agency issued the rod fishing‘But, you have been Madam and that is an
licences and since she was a trout tickler andoffence, and liable to a fine.’
didn’t own a rod, Alice refused to pay for‘I didn’t know that, but it’s
a licence. She learnt the art of trout tickling fromOK since I haven’t been fishing.’
her father when she was a girl. Her father had‘If that’s the case, Madam, why
learned it from his father, who had turned tohave you got two trout in that bucket?’
poaching as a means of feeding his family, during‘Ah them, well, that one is Mavis and that
the strike of 26.one’s Mary they’re my pets and I
Well, last Friday Alice made her way down to thebring them down to the river every day so they
river Wear, bucket in hand, to catch a bit of fishcan get some exercise.’
and unlike Lampton she wasn’t after a‘That is the most ridiculous thing I have
worm, she was after a nice pair of trout for herever heard.’
tea. Her mother had been a regular churchgoer‘No it’s not. What I do is, I tip the
and despite Alice’s lack of interest infish into the river down there, take a walk up
organised religion, she always had to have fish forthere, until I get to the bridge, then I put the
her tea on a Friday.bucket in the water, tap the side with my stick
Her favourite pitch was upstream from Penshaw,and Mavis and Mary swim back into the
on a quiet stretch a few yards beyond the bridgebucket.’
that carries the A182 across the Wear Valley. On‘I don’t believe a word of it,’
reaching the spot she half filled her bucket withsaid the warden. ‘You must think
water, rolled up her sleeve and lay on the bankI’m stupid.’
with her arm in the water. An hour later her‘Look, I’ll prove it to you,’
patience was rewarded as she scooped out thesaid Alice and she tipped the trout into the river.
first trout and placed it in the bucket, twenty‘Right,’ said the warden. ‘
minutes later the second one joined the first andNow, lets see you get the fish to swim back into
she was ready to leave.the bucket.’
Picking up the bucket, she set off for home and‘What fish would that be?’ Asked
had gone no more than 50 yards when theAlice innocently.
warden stepped out from behind a tree. In 10