164 Dry-Fly Fishing. 



minutes before the evening rise is over. At the 

 second throw over, and a yard in front of him, my 

 red quill was taken, and, after a prolonged struggle, 

 the hook and careful playing brought him safely 

 to grass, thoroughly beaten, and in the now dim 

 light looking like a log of wood as he was drawn to 

 net a capital specimen, weighing 21b. 3oz. The 

 brace for the day, weighing 41b. loz., I then took 

 up to the first hut for the keeper and friends to 

 inspect. As I walked back, rejoicing that a day's 

 fishing which was so unfortunate at the beginning 

 had ended so satisfactorily, the bow of the new 

 moon lighted me on my way. 



