Notes and Sport of a Dry-Fly Purist. 133 



Next evening my practice was between the 

 bridge and the lower boundary of the Twyford 

 fishery on the west side, and for once in a way all 

 the conditions an angler wishes for were favourable ; 

 the smooth, clear, and still sunlighted stream reflected 

 white cumuli clouds and the azure sky ; flies were 

 in the air, which the Hirundinida in graceful curves 

 of flight and with unerring sight were intercepting, 

 while olive duns, in straggling, intermittent groups, 

 were floating down, and fish taking them eagerly. 

 And to complete one's satisfaction, a gentle breeze 

 from the west made casting easy. The successful 

 fly of yestereve, a red quill on a 000 hook, was 

 again used, and from 6.30 to a little after 8 p.m. 

 four brace of grayling, scaling from 12oz. to lib. 

 5oz., were hooked, played, and brought to grass, 

 besides several returned. And a larger grayling 

 escaped by the small hook working out just as the 

 net was nearly in position to thrust under him. 

 There is no necessity to further describe this 

 evening's very good sport than to say that for the 

 one and a half hours I was almost constantly at 

 work, and that the fish rose and fastened to my 

 artificial fly as readily as they did to the naturals ; 

 but with so good a rise of duns there were, of 

 course, ten chances to one against the red quill. 

 Bearing this in mind, the sport could scarcely have 

 been better. 



