OF WIND 201 



menced fishing, I realised that the weather 

 conditions were even worse than I had 

 anticipated. One had to wait for a lull 

 in the wind before attempting to cast up- 

 stream. However, things looked a good 

 deal brighter when, after my third or 

 fourth cast, I hooked and landed a fairly 

 nice fish. This was followed almost 

 directly by a second, and from the 

 whole-hearted way they came at the fly 

 (the invaluable March Brown) it was 

 evident that they were on the feed. I 

 wandered up the river, fishing every 

 likely bit of water, making good use 

 of the occasional sheltered parts, and 

 now and then catching an odd one or 

 two, but I hardly saw a rise except for 

 a quarter of an hour or so, about 1.30, 

 when they rose freely. Owing to the 

 difficulty in casting, it was impossible to 

 make the most of the short opportunity 

 offered, and thus I did not add as many 

 to my basket as I ought otherwise to 

 have done. After that I did very little 

 good, but struggled on against the wind 



