Salmon Fishing. 209 



In my old trout-fishing days, many a fly, &c., 

 have I gladly given away to the humbler fol- 

 lowers of the craft, whom I happened to fall 

 in with, when trying their skill, often with a 

 very sorry display of tackle. A big, burly, 

 rough-looking fellow once joined me on the 

 banks of the Honddu, not far from Llanthony- 

 Abbey; and I believe I won his rather inac- 

 cessible heart at once by acceding to his request 

 for a few sneck-bent hooks of a May-fly size. 

 Out of his pocket at once came an old leather 

 receptacle, from which he insisted upon my 

 taking some fur-dubbing, which was not only 

 rare, but what I especially coveted. 



On mentioning this to a friend, he said most 

 indignantly, "Why, that fellow is the most 

 incorrigible poacher in the whole neighbour- 

 hood ; somehow or other he always kills more 

 fish than any one else, and I verily believe he 

 carries concealed about him a small silk net, 

 which he uses whenever he has the opportunity. 



On another occasion a pretty-good scolding 



