4 FISHING FOR PLEASURE 



We, the Professor and I, fished it up and we 

 fished it down, but rarely could we see or get a 

 rise. I am quite prepared to admit that the time 

 was not propitious. True it was the May Fly time, 

 and in ordinary times the river abounds with 

 May Fly. Yet, although we began to fish on 

 June 4th, an uncertainty prevailed amongst the 

 knowing ones as to whether the May Fly had 

 been already "up" or whether it had yet to come 

 up. An occasional caddou> (as they are always 

 called here) may be seen floating down stream, 

 but he attracted no attention from below; the 

 trout, if there are any, were quite indifferent. We 

 captured a few small ones, and two or three 

 above the lo-inch standard, but the big ones 

 and there are big ones, so we were confidently 

 told fed below, and close under the banks. 

 The river was full, slightly discoloured, and in 

 places quite milky from the recent thunderstorms 

 up in the hills. Again, on June 5th, we fished 

 this lovely stream, with a hot burning sun in our 

 faces and a biting cold north-east wind at our 

 backs and again without any success worth 

 mentioning; our failures were fully confirmed by 

 other anglers. 



Another difficulty about this part of the Lugg 

 is that it runs ten or fifteen feet deep between 

 steep banks ten to twenty feet high, and mostly 

 overhung with alders and other bushes. Here 

 and there one finds an opening where fine casts 



