Wow…there are so many cool little bit-lets in this image. I know that many of you have already seen this courtesy of the GRC list on Yahoo, but I thought I would post it in here for my own reference and to get any additional commentary from non-group members.
It’s hard to tell, but I think the small balls that look like marbles are actually ‘markers’ for a game like lawn bowling or bocchi ball. Someone please let me know what the checkerboard table game is! I would love to have a set up like this at the next SRS event: Jakkolo(? – think German shuffle board, from what I am told).
Dance with some groping going on (and with a common woman in an all black dress). There are some other interesting examples of woman's clothing, such as long stockings, and a woman tumbler in‘pants’. Also, a dress/geld race (those hussies! *grin*).
Wow – I am EXHAUSTED! *grin* But we had some great times this weekend, along with a few ‘not so great’ ones. Folks all came into town at various points on Friday evening and were treated to sloppy joe’s and some story telling before we all settled in for the night. Morning came early (as it tends too when one was up late the night before) and breakfast and event really prep got underway around 7:30 AM.
With coffee, hash browns and southwest strata consumed, we divided up into our respective ‘car parties’ and hit the road for the event. Once there, we navigated the issues of check in and gear hauling and had ourselves happily ensconced in Irish camp a little after 9:30 AM.
The Irish were terrific hosts, even though I think we may have scared the be-Jeebus out of the poor lass they had left on guard duty when we initially descended on their camp: Scotch Eggs and beer were had and we were all sailing along with some speed by the time we discovered that the local tavern was *right* across the street from us…
Well, you know we wouldn’t want to make the inn keep feel bad by not visiting!
This is the amazing inn hosted every year at Kearney by a group of California brewers. They bring out an simply AMAZING amount of brews, cordials, etc. and ask only that you tip your bartender in return for a never-empty cup.
Needless to say, we’re big fans….*grin*
About two hours into our invasion of the barstools, Miles came trotting into the bar to let me know that hubby needed me. The look on his face (and the prior knowledge that they had been sparring in Irish camp) clued me in pretty quick that there was a problem afoot.
Seems that one of the wooden dusack wasters had taken it upon themselves to christen their master: Hubby had a blood covered hand over his mouth when I arrived in camp, and lifted it long enough to show me the damage and request a ride to the ER.
Thankfully, were on that side of town anyway…
So, three hours and a bit of cash latter, hubby had four stitches in his lower lip closing the hole that the dusack had made. He seems to attract sword scars somehow…
No harm, no foul – accidents happen!
Back to the house for dinner and some follow up discussion and then to bed for an EARLY morning.
Sunday saw a group of us up at 5:15 AM to hit the ponds and river for fishing at 6:30ish. We managed to get our tackle rigged and the hooks in the water. A lot of what we did was figuring out what we would be doing differently next time (different lines, more rods, not letting the wonderful handmade fishing weights that hubby had made get lost, etc).
Sadly, no fish were injured in the making of this expedition. Not even a nibble…
After a few hours, we called it a day and headed back to our old haunts at the tavern and Irish camp: There was drinking, stories and gambling (OMFG, I thought I was going to *die* laughing when Miles, Scott, Todd and I got going on the ‘sing-along-Hazards-game’). One of Tonda’s mastiff pups was out with us (Clancy) and I will post the ‘OHMYGODSOCUTE’ pictures once she puts them up on her Flickr.
All in all, I think the event was a good one for us, although I have my doubts we will be attending it again next year – the location was a bust and honestly wasn’t anything to write home about and the audience turn out was lackluster at best and miserable at worst.
At least we were all home in warm beds when it decided to piss down rain on Saturday night!
Once I get home and ensure I have a full list of any possible ‘left behind’ items I am going to post a thank you to the crew that came out: Despite the trip to the hospital, hubby and I had a good time and were happy to host everyone in our home. There will be other events in this area in future and we’ll keep ya’ll posted!
Advice on rods from John Denny’s, “The secrets of angling” written in several editions between about 1605-1655:
“I use a Rod of two parts, to joyne in the midst when I come to the River, with two pins, and a little hempe waxed, thus the pins joyne it; the hempe fastens it firmly.”
*see inserted image from original text below*
“A Whale-bone made round no bigger then an wheat-straw at the top, yields well, and strikes well.
“Let your Rod be without knots; they are dangerous for breaking, and boughts are troublesome.
“Keep your Rod, neither dry nor too moist, lest they grow brittle or rotten.
“When you Angle in drought, wet your Rod, it will not break so soone.
“You shall hardly get a Rod of one piece, but either croockt, or top heavy, or unequall growne.”
So, to John Denny the two piece rod make a lot more sense as you can get two bits of wood without flaw (knots, crooks, weight issues, etc) and piece them together for a better pole than one could get from a single piece of wood.
As for storage of hooks and line:
“I use a Pouch of Parchment with many severall places to put my Hooks and Lines in.”
Amusingly enough, hubby and I were considering making up pouches like this in parchment or fabric for storage of our hooks and lines.
A couple of items that I have gleaned from this resource (forgive any mistranslations, it is in ‘olde Englishe’ both in script and style – not as easy to read as you’d think):
“To know how to plumbe your line.”
“Your lines must be plumed with lead, finely and thin beate, and lapt close around your line next your hooke, and the next leade to your hooke must be from your hooke a foote long or else somewhat more: and everie plummet ought to be of the quantitie according to his line in bignes. There be three manner of plummets and plumbings, which is for a groundline lying, and another for a groundline running: and the third line is the (*)ote line let upon the groundline lying, with ten plummets joyning altogether….(this got a bit thick and I skipped a sentence or two)…that the least plucke of any fish may plucke it downe, and make the leads or plummets (**)cke: for them, make them round and smooth, small and close to the line at both ends, that they fassen not on weeds in the water, which will be a let to your angling…” He then refers the reader to the following figures of leaded lines:
To which I must ask...what the heck are the things on the left hand end of the lines? Floats?
Anyway, there is also information on using your 'rodde':
“…hookes are to put in a hole in the banke, or betwixt two bordes at a bridge or water, or betwixt two stones where they lie open, for there commonly beth the great Yeles, and there put in your (**)och hooke a little way, and if there bee any yeeles, the will take it anon: which (**)och, as wier whipt on a packetmeedes ende, and covered with a great worme, and therewith (**)och into the saide holes…”
*Anyone want to take a guess at “(**)och”?* It also appears in the title of the figure below.
Perhaps this is a 'style of rodde'?
In any case, the author goes on to discuss this technique further:
“As soone as ye feele she hath the baite, plucke away your rodde, for it doth nothing but guide your (**)och into holes, and then (*)aw softly your packthseed line, and hold a while and he will yeelde, if you do plucke hastely, he will holde to triffle, ye shall breake your line, or teare his mouth: therefore holde hard still, and at length; he will yield, and come forth.”
He follows this section with the following figure ‘as example’:
That seems to be about it for ‘fyshing angles’ in this book. I don’t know about the overall shape or the exact application of use in this version, but it bears out a few other things I have seen that seem to imply that the rod is mostly a line delivery system, and is ‘removed from the equation’ once the fishing actually starts.
I am webbing these resources so I can get this ordered this weekend!
Need to get this purchased now that the Historic Angling site is not longer taking orders….*le sigh*
If anyone on here has an access point for EEBO (
From the Lady:
I have dabbled in tying flies, the descriptions you find in the old texts obviously assume some prior knowledge and I have learned that to really recreate some of the flies, you need to know alot about the birds in Europe in the 16th century. (every heard of a blue headed capon?) I did some educated guessing on all that.
So, I could go on but I promised myself to limit this to some basic information and have you let me know what else I can share with you.
So…some folks on the SRS list started chatting up a Road March/Trail Hike idea as another ‘alternate method for exploring our history’.
I have been considering this sort of thing for a long time now: I have two packbaskets, the ability to make a pretty nifty ‘slung rig’ for porting even more equipment if necessary (and if I can manage it with a partner) and the basics for a camp kitchen. The things I still need are as follows:
Large leather costrels (a friend is working these out for me currently)
Bedroll(s) – Maybe, I think I can manage these with the materials I have on hand
Basic canvas lean-to – Maybe, if the hubby doesn’t talk me into sleeping under the stars
Better period footware – What I have isn’t really that period, and frankly figuring out just how much hiking in period shoes sucks would be part of the point of this thing…
Period fishing kit – already in the works!
I think I have a good location: But it is a trail hike, not a road march. Not good for people who are out of shape (6 miles, about ½ of it uphill in either direction). There are family cabins available for staging, I think horses would be OK since the local pack station uses that same trail, but black powder would probably be right out…
Nowe ye wote with what baytes and how ye shall angle vnto euery maner of fisshe. Now I wil tel you how ye shall keepe and feede your quicke baytes, ye shall feede and keepe them all in generall, but euery maner by hym selfe with such things in and on which they brede. And as long as they be quicke & new they be fine. But whe[n] they haue bene in a sloughe or els dead than bene they nought. Out of these bene excepted three broodes, that is to wyte of Hornettes, Humblebees, and Waspes, Whoome ye shall bake in breade, and after dyppe their headdes in bloude and lette them drye. Also excepte magottes, whyche whan they be breed greate with their naturall feedyng, ye shall feede them forthermore with shepes talowe.
Thyse ben baytes made to laste all the yere. Fyrste been floure & lene flesh of the hepis of a cony or of a catte: virgyn wexe & shepys tallowe: and braye theym in a mortar: And thene tempre it at the fyre wyth a lytell puryfyed hony: & soo make it vp in lytyll ballys & bayte therwyth your hokys after theyr quantyte. & this is a good bayte for all manere fresshe fysshe.
A nother, take the sewet of a shepe & cheese in lyke quantyte: & braye theim togider long in a mortere: And take thenne floure & tempre it therwyth. and after that alaye it wyth hony & make ballys therof. and that is for the barbell in especyall.
A nother for darse, & roche & bleke. Take whete & sethe it well & thenne put it in blood all a daye & a nyghte, and it is a good bayte.
For baytes for grete fyssh kepe specyally this rule. Whan ye haue take a grete fysshe: vndo the mawe. & what ye fynde therin make that your bayte: for it is beste.
I am in the process of getting ready to head out to a number of reenactment events near bodies of water over the next few months. Given a fine collection of stoneware pottery and access to gallons of lovely beer, of course my thought turn to fishing...
"Heeeeeere fishy, fishy, fishy, fishy...."
Damn you internet. You spend all my money faster than I can make it....
Edited @ 9:49 AM PST:
Found a couple of other resources I will have to read. I love you interwebz!
From my friend Scotty:
A treatyse of fysshynge wyth an Angle
Another version of it is here: