3 o6 DRY-FLY FISHING 



mark, the longed-for sign is seen all around. Mean- 

 time we heed none but the original marks, and 

 succeed with both casts. Slowly we work round 

 the weeds, covering a rise now and then to right or 

 left. The sport is good, very good, interrupted 

 chiefly by visits to the shore for the purpose of 

 relieving the net of its burden. One trout keeps it 

 nicely weighted for slipping it below a second victim, 

 but two occupants make it awkward and unwieldy 

 to carry. Before long, the rise ceases altogether, 

 as suddenly as it began, and not a fish will move to 

 either lure. Though short it has been productive, 

 for the total catch is the goodly one of seventeen 

 trout, all very fine specimens. 



We spend a long time over lunch and rest, follow 

 it by a spell of fruitless fishing, and finally, deciding 

 further effort vain and the creel sufficient in all 

 respects, we say farewell to the kindly loch of the 

 lonely moorland. 



