CHAPTER X. 



GRAYLING. SPORT ON THE ITCHEN. 



GIVEN good health, without a touch of rheumatism, 

 and the body well protected by soft, fine, all-woollen 

 underclothing (which does away with the necessity 

 of that inconvenient thing an overcoat), the rigours 

 even of November weather may be braved with 

 comparative impunity. And if plenty of leisure, 

 the privilege of fishing on the best of dry-fiy waters, 

 and an enthusiastic love of the sport be added to 

 these advantages, the grayling fisher may indeed 

 consider himself a fortunate man. That am I, 

 in all these respects, I am thankful to say. 

 Nevertheless, I wait patiently to choose seemingly 

 favourable days, guided by my own experiences of 

 what certain signs in the forepart of the day portend, 

 and more or less by the weather forecasts of the 

 daily newspapers the old adages of " A red sky at 

 night," and " A red sky in the morning," no doubt 

 influencing the decision. To fish for grayling in 

 November, sunshine is needed to bring even 

 moderate success with the small artificial floating fly, 

 for then best do natural flies emerge to and struggle 



