TROUT 73 



shadows of the reeds. In shallower and 

 more open places the smaller trout are 

 revelling in a cloud of gnats, and the 

 angler, already prepared with the finest 

 of casting lines and the lightest of rods, 

 is enj oying the good sport that the even- 

 ing rise affords. For an hour or two the 

 fish will continue feeding with the appe- 

 tite and energy of May. Almost every 

 cast will move a fish, and the angler will 

 be exhilarated by the delicious coolness 

 of the evening, thrilled with the excite- 

 ment of the rise, and his skill will not 

 go unrewarded. 



But suddenly as they began, the fish 

 cease feeding. Whether the white mist 

 that is creeping up the valley a mile away 

 smites the stream with its chilly breath 

 and bids the leaping trout be silent, or 

 whether it is some other influence that 

 thrills the water from estuary to moor- 

 land spring, it is certain that no poacher's 

 dynamite charge ever more effectively 



