CHAPTER VI 



MORE BIG CHUB 



"Again, sometimes the day is sour, 



And darkened is the sky ; 

 Fair sport seems far beyond our power, 



Though artful be our fly." 



BLAKEY, Fourteenth Century Fishing. 



September, 1903. 



WO lovely days in succession 

 August 3151 and September ist led 

 us rashly to conclude that summer 

 weather had set in for good as our 

 pleasant holiday drew to a close. On the ist 

 the Major went for a last visit to the Stour, and 

 two of us went with him, but only as lookers-on. 

 He fished for pike all the morning with poor 

 success, getting only a few small jack. In the 

 afternoon he settled down to the chub, and was 

 soon rewarded with one of 3 lb., another 4 lb., 

 and another 5 lb. These lively fish afforded ex- 

 cellent sport. If small chub of a pound or so 

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