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prove insufficient, and lost his lure. By the time 

 I had repaired the damage Harry was ready with 

 the second rod so both were started, Harry saying, 

 as he let his out: "Now, Mr JVTCabe, let's see 

 which will have the first fish on board." The novice 

 proved a most apt pupil and not only made the 

 first capture but during the hour the rising wind 

 permitted them to fish got eight to Harry's seven, 

 the only aid he had from me being advice as to the 

 length of line, which meant the depth the lure 

 would reach. I mention this as it may occur to 

 some that, given such tackle as we were using, Mr 

 M'Cabe or any other man would be successful. 



Before the sun has risen, and after it has set, 

 pollack rise from amongst the weeds to roam in 

 search of food and, if you get amongst them 

 then, you will find them the boldest biters and 

 catch them with most indifferent tackle, but, how to 

 catch them when the sun is high, the sea calm, the 

 water bright and it is pleasant to the faintest heart 

 to be in a boat, is worth some study. It may be 

 that you have solved the problem, but there are 

 others who, if I don't tell them, will write for full 

 particulars of the tackle I think best and informa- 

 tion as to how I get to know the proper depths to 

 fish. Some will forget the stamp or, remembering 

 it, fear to hurt me. Now let it be known that I 

 esteem a plainly directed envelope, duly stamped, 

 and always do my best to make it worth its cost. 

 Friars Stile Lodge, Richmond, will find me. 



Sport is too nearly allied to slaughter where 

 neither skill nor endurance is a need. Who cares 

 to shoot a semi-tame stag, however grand a head, 

 and is there much to boast of after a record day 



