42 THE TROUT ARE RISING 



For experiment I tried a coachman in the middle 

 of the day and early part of the evening on the 

 Tamar. Both my companion and the keeper on 

 that stretch of water thought I should do much 

 better with one of the other flies ; but I stuck to 

 the coachman, fished wet, chiefly in the stickles, 

 and as it claimed about a dozen trout, each about 

 a quarter of a pound, I was quite content. After- 

 wards, I heard that later in the year the coachman 

 had done well in the daytime. 



In addition to the rivers named, of which the 

 Tamar and the Thrush seemed to me the best, 

 there was the Inny, a bright little river a few 

 miles beyond Launceston, where a day or days 

 may be had at a small daily or season charge on 

 association water. The old pony in the jingle 

 asks kindly to be excused these long distances, 

 and admittedly on a journey like this the car or 

 motor cycle is invaluable. The Inny, except 

 where it is open water, is a much-bushed stream. 

 One young officer, just home from France, made 

 casting under and around these trees a speciality. 

 Full panniers were his reward. On the Tamar I 

 met him again and he was at his old game. This 

 time he had a colossal trout (for Devonshire), a 

 good half-pound, perhaps more. " I lost four 

 lengths of good gut before I got him," he said, 

 confidingly. That was the secret of his success, 

 his determination. In the place which he had 

 been fishing it was no wonder that the branches 

 had claimed four of his casts. But " stick it " 

 was evidently his motto, for at last, with his fifth 



