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confess that my mind was a jumble of wind 

 and water, fish and worms, and a line doing 

 its best to knot round the rod, the fisher, or 

 anything it could get hold of; in fact, do 

 anything but keep in the water.' 



We think the above is a very accurate 

 description of what most people may feel 

 after such a day's experience, even with a 

 fair basket of trout and a bellyful of whisky. 



Personally, we prefer to cover more river- 

 bank and look for the nooks and corners 

 where the wind is not so frisky. 



The following is from the Fishing Gazette 

 of a date I have unfortunately lost : 



'There is yet another way of dealing with a 

 head wind, which Mr. Tod may possibly not 

 have heard of. It was one of the lessons of my 

 mentor, the late Dickie Routledge, of Carlisle. 

 I had been telling him a distressing experience 

 with the wind in my teeth, and had asked him 

 what he would do under such circumstances. 

 'Fish down-stream,' said he, and showed me how 

 he did it. He made his cast (right hand of 

 course) with the left shoulder and foot advanced, 

 and when the bait dropped, swung his body 

 steadily round and took one step forward with 

 the right foot. The bait thus travelled about 



