RAIN, HAIL, AND SLEET 117 



rowed up a lake (Beoraik) about three 

 miles long and terminating in a large 

 sandy bay, into which several streams 

 flowed. I had taken the precaution to 

 bring a fly-rod, net, and tackle. Early in 

 the afternoon a desperately heavy storm 

 came on. There was no wind, but the 

 surface of the lake was splashed and 

 churned by heavy thunder-rain. Seeing 

 some fish move, I got into the boat and 

 began to cast. Instantly two trout were 

 hooked at once. The gear was strong 

 and the flies large, as was the custom in 

 those days and localities, and the fish got 

 short shrift. For upwards of two hours, 

 while the heavy rain lasted, I killed trout 

 at every cast. I had no one to manage 

 the heavy boat, which I allowed to drift 

 aimlessly about the bay. It was impos- 

 sible to go wrong. When the rain ceased, 

 and the sun came out again intensely hot, 

 the fish ceased rising with absolute 

 suddenness. A large creel was filled, and 

 strings of fish were made up by the 

 shepherds from those thrown into a pool 



