A SPRING DAY WITH "BOB' 51 



straighten befoor ye feel owt, but ye mun allus 

 strike quietly doon t' stream baith et sect and 

 touch." 



We were almost at our starting point, and step- 

 ping over a wide field runner when we saw a dead 

 heron lying in the rushes. * Bob " remarked in 

 passing, " Nivver on any account stoop down to 

 pick up a langneck that isn't dead. They strike 

 straight at yer eyes, and are good shots." 



By this time we had arrived at the first of " Bob's " 

 favourite reaches, a long, quiet, gently flowing, 

 flat shallow at our side, and deepening towards the 

 far, high wooded bank to four or five feet of water. 

 He decided that we should both put on a light Snipe 

 at the tail of the cast, a Blue Hawk on the middle 

 dropper, a Partridge and Orange on the top 

 dropper, and that he would start in where we were 

 and fish to the top of Black Scar Dub, and that I 

 could get in at the first flat above him. 



' Ye mun use a short line, fish up and across 

 towards t' far bank, and mind ye keep raisen t' 

 point o' yer rod efter t' flees are on t' watter, but 

 doan't click back as ther fawen. Ye'll freeten t' 

 fish if they see a row o' flees trailen ower their 

 heeds. Yer cast mun come doon wi' t' watter, and 

 when it's gitten a yard or twea below ya and 

 beginnin' to trail throw again." 



