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fixing tightly round the bone). Instantly he rushed 

 over to the Winnall side, fought through his many 

 wiles, bored into deep water, and tried to entangle in 

 horsetail weeds or round sedge roots ; but all unavail- 

 ing, for, held firmly, and played on the give-and-take 

 principle, without hurry, so that the lift, split-cane 

 rod did its work thoroughly, he was drawn to a 

 convenient landing place over the submerged net, 

 the holder of it (I always land my own fish) out of 

 sight. Then the desperate quarry made a final effort 

 to avoid the net by turning head over tail, and, 

 quite exhausted, was lifted out, despatched, and laid 

 on the grass for two men working in an adjacent 

 water meadow, who had watched the sport, to come 

 and admire. A really splendid trout in every way, 

 and weighing lib. 14oz. 



Out again in the evening from 5.45 to 7.15, a 

 good rise was continuing of pale olives until dusk, 

 when winged black ants hovered over the sedge, 

 and some nocturnal insects were in the air, bats and 

 swallows hawking for them. One of the latter, as 

 my artificial fly was whirled in the air, was hooked 

 by the tip of his wing, and I wound him to the top 

 ring of my rod, where, as gently as possible, I took 

 him in hand and released him. About 6.30 a large 

 trout was rising on the middle, rather narrow, 

 channel below where the boys bathe rising 

 furiously, as they often do in September, a few 



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