n6 FLY FISHING NEAR SCARBOROUGH 



I was with a Jive-shilling ticket. Up to this point 

 I may say I had scarcely seen the river. I had a 

 rare scramble of ups and downs, and many chances 

 of tumbling down into unseen crevasses covered 

 over with ferns or nettles, but never an opportunity 

 of seeing a fish, or rise, or casting my line upon 

 the water ; so I boldly passed this notice-board and 

 followed the south side of the river the water here 

 looked a little more lively and in a very inacces- 

 sible place I actually saw a rise ! I tried between 

 the bushes below me, for I was on a high bank, to 

 get over that fish, when suddenly across the water 

 came a stentorian voice : " Are you aware, sir, that 

 you are trespassing ? " I looked up and I saw two 

 gentlemen standing on the opposite bank. I ex- 

 plained apologetically that I certainly was not 

 aware of it ; that I held a ticket from the Scalby 

 Beck Club, which I supposed entitled me to fish up 

 to the Derwent. " You are mistaken, sir ; the river 

 between these two bridges is my private property. 

 However," he most kindly added, "as you are 

 there you may fish on if you like up to the bridge. 

 I may tell you that you will find the gate locked, 

 but I dare say you will manage to get over it some- 

 how." He added, smilingly, " You may get some 

 better fishing above the bridge than I am afraid 

 you, have had down below." I did manage some- 

 how to climb over that terrible spiked gate, but it 

 was at the risk of seriously injuring myself, and my 

 "soople" companion got over easily. We found 

 ourselves in the turnpike road. I vowed I would 



