138 AN AFTERNOON ON THE FINDHORN. [PART I. 



be standing ready at a tent set up there by us 

 as an occasional sleeping-place and house of call, 

 and, going down to a pool about eighty yards 

 below it, caught in less than half-an-hour, without 

 moving from my place, thirty-one Trout. They 

 were mostly about Pilchard-size, with the excep- 

 tion of one, which weighed a pound and a quarter. 

 I rose him the first throw, but did not move him 

 again until I had caught twenty-nine. He was an 

 ugly disgraziato, who looked as if he had his 

 back broken in his infancy. Had I changed my 

 ground, so as to fish more water, no doubt I 

 should have added to the score, bat I wished, from 

 curiosity, to see what I could do whilst standing 

 in that one spot. Apparently I might have caught 

 as many more there, had I continued fishing, but 

 I was then obliged to give up, having other work 

 in hand. 



On another occasion, after about three hours 

 and a half's fishing in the Findhorn, I left off in 

 consequence of my basket being crammed full, 

 and returned to the Lodge, when I found my take 

 amounted to a hundred and fifteen, weighing 

 twenty-six and a half pounds. I had been fishing 

 under difficulties, having broken my rod in the 

 outset. In addition to this, I had to carry my own 



