Notes and Sport of a Dry-Fit/ Purist. 



letters at the post-office until nine o'clock. I looked 

 for answers to advertisements I had for weeks past 

 inserted in several of the Irish newspapers to the 

 following effect; " Wanted in Ireland, lodgings in a 

 farmhouse or otherwise as a paying guest (but not at 

 an hotel) ; must be quite close to free dry-fly trout 

 fishing, so as to be able to fish early and late without 

 much fatigue walking to or from river or lake ; amidst 

 good scenery, in perfect quietude, and out of the 

 way of tourists the more sequestered the better." I 

 did not have a single reply, but several followed me 

 when I went back to England, and one especially, 

 on Lough Derg, would probably have arrested my 

 wanderings. 



Carrick-on-Suir, twelve miles above Waterford, 

 was recommended to me as a likely place, and 

 thither, after a roughly served breakfast, I hastened 

 by rail. It looked more like a pike river than a trout 

 river, and no rise of any sort during the two hours I 

 waited met my view. Nevertheless, I hired a boat 

 and a fisherman, who span a Devon minnow, but 

 only five small trout came to hand. There were, he 

 informed me, trout streams and loughs within a 

 short drive, but the best trouting was eight miles 

 off, in Lough Coumshuigaun. 



In brief, I may say here that this was my 

 experience everywhere. Without a fixed basis of 

 operations, such as I had dreamed about and 



