CHAPTER XII 



THE OTTER'S STONE POOL 



No Poaching ! Miss Winsome A Charming Meal Yellow 

 Sally Sea-trout and Salmon Claret and Champagne 

 An Error of the Head Two Kinds of Salmon 

 Whir-r-r-rrr ! A Pretty Picnic A Valiant Game- 

 keeper Escape All's Well. 



THE pool had long been an attraction. Passing it 

 often on our way to the stretch of the river which 

 we were privileged to fish, we had always been dis- 

 covering in it some fresh merit. Had there been 

 a run of salmon or of sea-trout? If so, many of 

 these fish were sure to be resting in the neighbour- 

 hood of the Otter's Stone. All through the season, 

 too, brown trout were teeming there. Whenever 

 there was a rise of fly you could see them making 

 the black water boil in the exciting manner peculiar 

 to the Tay. In most waters the heavy trout rise 

 gently, making mere dimples on the surface, while 

 the small ones leap and splash ; but in the Tay, as 

 on Lochleven, the rise of the large trout is violent. 

 Then, if there is a hatch of succulent flies anywhere 



