no FLY FISHING NEAR SCARBOROUGH 



there was nothing very remarkable in the fact 

 of two men of the same name having fished that 

 river at an interval of eighteen years. The most 

 curious part of the coincidence was that in turning up 

 an old number of the Fishing Gazette (August 19, 

 1882) I came upon an article entitled, " Fly Fishing 

 near Scarborough," written by a gentleman of the 

 same name, which quite confirms the keeper's 

 report to me ; and so this wonderful angler turns 

 out to be not only of the same name as, but 

 somewhat more than a personal acquaintance of 

 my own, Piscator Major by name. 



I only travelled up the river as far as the wood 

 extends, and then the weather sent me back. I 

 was told afterwards that I should have done far 

 better if I had begun to fish where I left off, and 

 fished in the open meadows past the Everley Hotel, 

 and up to Hackness. 



This very day, my last at Scarborough, has 

 been really a lovely summer day. I have just 

 taken a trip, in order to realize the scene and get 

 a better idea of the country, on a four-horse 

 char-a-banc, round through Ayton and up by the 

 side of the river through the Forge Valley, past 

 Lord Derwent's place, through the village of 

 Hackness, back through Scalby, and here ; and 

 what a lovely thirteen-mile drive it was on the 

 only really fine day we have had. We stopped 

 for half-an-hour at the Everley Hotel (the only 

 inn within three miles). There arrived about the 

 same time ten other char-a-bancs, as they call 



