84 LEAVES FEOM A GAME BOOK. 



1883. 



The sport of this year opened with a month of March 

 fishing on the Aboyne water in connection with the 

 Huntly Arms Hotel. It snowed and froze the whole 

 time, and for many days we could not fish for the ice. 

 My brother-in-law, Captain John Malcolmson, V.C, was 

 with me, and our total score for the whole month was but 

 eighteen fish, the bulk of which fell to my minnow as 

 against his fly, and before either of us got a clean fish we 

 landed twenty -nine kelts. 



On the 2nd April I met with a real good ducking 

 on the Glen Tana water, while fishing the Kirk Pot 

 in wading trousers from the north side. A large 

 piece of rock broke from under my feet, and I 

 flopped into some eight feet of rapid running water, 

 and on striking out, I could clearly see my feet above 

 my head. While fighting my hardest to reverse this 

 unsatisfactory position, I was banged against a piece of 

 projecting rock, and clinging on, was quickly out. I 

 had my pipe in my mouth as I fell in, but did not let 



