

( J6 Dry-Fly Fishing. 



my first visit. The rippling stream glittered in the 

 sunlight, and almost at my feet a grayling flashed 

 up to the surface and took a floating dun. I drew 

 back about ten yards and knelt. Again a natural 

 fly was taken, and then my artificial fly, a red quill 

 on a No. 00 hook, was sent forth ; but not until after 

 many throws and pauses between was it seized, and 

 the first prize, a handsome grayling weighing 21b., 

 landed. (Grayling were only about twenty years 

 ago introduced into this river, and they have thriven 

 well.) The sport it gave w r as most exciting, and 

 after three taps over the brain pan, and it lay dead 

 on the grass, another fisherman stopped to look at it, 

 and, I could see, to eye me as a stranger. But he 

 passed on without speaking, assiduously throwing a 

 cast of five or six flies across and down stream, the 

 distance between us gradually increasing, as I 

 worked the contrary way. 



About 1 o'clock the trout rose freely under my 

 bank, quietly sucking in small diptera, but my lure 

 was unheeded. I therefore changed it for a black gnat 

 on a No. 000 hook, and at the fourth presentation 

 a trout of about lib. turned aside, followed, snapped 

 at it, and fastened, coming after a short struggle 

 rather tamely to net, for he was hooked in the 

 tongue, and that always cows a fish. Being my 

 first trout captured from the Clyde, he was 

 examined with much interest, and was a fair type of 



