AN ANGLER'S PARADISE 115 



of flies that had a fair-sized " red-and-teal " on 

 the tail. 



The clouds had lifted, although the tops of the 

 mountains were still covered, but the lower, visible 

 parts were of a deep blue, and the breeze was all 

 that could be desired. Nevertheless, in spite of 

 favourable appearances, the trout did not rise with 

 the frequency one might have expected. Perhaps 

 they had had too many good things to eat of late — 

 who knows? Those that did come, however, were 

 above the average size and meant business, for 

 they hooked themselves with the most delightful 

 certainty. 



Towards the centre, near to the wooded pro- 

 montory that creeps out into the loch, is a shallow 

 bank thirty yards long, generally known as "the 

 sunken island," a favourite place for both salmon 

 and large trout to lie. As we approached this spot, 

 I remarked to Ronald that the water looked favour- 

 able for the chance of a salmon, and suggested that 

 perhaps it might be worth while to put on a heavy 

 cast — recently made up — on the end of which was 

 also a " red-and-teal " ; — for salmon are partial to 

 that fly, and the cast I was then using had been 

 in service for some days, and was decidedly frayed. 



