FISHERMEN AND FLIES 

 T has never fallen to my 

 lot to hear discussed the 

 respective merits of the 

 various forms of ang- 

 ling. And if it should so 

 happen that I found my- 

 self entangled in that net 

 from which there is so 

 little hope of escape, may I never fish 

 again ! To draw comparisons, for ex- 

 ample, between the dough-nut type of 

 bottom-fisher and the quality of his spe- 

 cial sport on the one hand, and the man 

 who wields eighteen feet of greenheart 

 against a stiff moorland breeze on the 

 other, would be verily odious indeed. 

 Yet it is said of anglers, " By their tackle 

 shall ye know them." 



When the park-lake fisherman, in 

 fond anticipation, rolls his little lump of 

 dough between finger and thumb, the 

 small boys who have collected round 

 him gaze with awe -struck faces and 



