ANGLER 45 



endurance, is somewhat unceremoni- 

 ously "landed" into the angler's hands. 



The next pool is now felt, and in the 

 broken water at the edge of the current 

 a couple of golden flanks gleam for a 

 moment in the sun. Another cast, and 

 again the two fish rise, one of them in 

 due time being safely creeled. 



There is no surplus energy to waste, 

 no solemn flogging of every foot of 

 water, no casting done at random. The 

 angler knows where to place his leading 

 fly. He casts a long line and a good 

 one, and the fly goes where it is intended 

 to go. 



Here, again, there is a long, rocky 

 stretch of water which boils and gurgles 

 among mossy boulders. There is only 

 one spot where a fish is likely to be, and, 

 to enable him to reach it unseen, the 

 angler must crawl and stoop between the 

 rocks that are heaped in a confused mass 

 on either bank. Safely hidden, the fish- 



