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Another incident on otter hunting I remember. 

 I do not quite know the year, but it was in the 

 fifties, and on Carperby feast day. 



Old Tom Jackson, of West Witton, was very 

 keen on otter hunting. He used to walk down 

 to the river two or three times every week in the 

 summer to see whether an otter had passed. 

 There was a bed of sand at Beals Dub which an 

 otter never passed without calling at. Whenever 

 one had passed up or down, he used to send a 

 message up to Thornton by the mail cart which 

 then ran through the Dale. 



Next morning my father would leave early 

 with what hounds he could gather together. 

 Tom also started off early the same morning, and 

 they invariably met somewhere between Aysgarth 

 and Redmire Falls. 



In my very earliest days, my father used to 

 carry an otter spear, and so did old Tom. 



Well, on the occasion alluded to, they had not 

 quite met ; but Tom, hearing, and seeing the 

 hounds in full cry below Froddle Dub, got into 

 the middle of the stream at the head of Flesh 



