54 FISHING IN EDEN 



could have had a few early lessons of the kind 

 from " Bob." 



Making, therefore, a wide detour, I crossed at the 

 stream below the Scar, and waded in as soon as I 

 could above the deep pool. I know now how 

 unselfish " Bob " was not to go straight to that 

 particularly fine stretch himself. In the days that 

 were to come it was destined to be one of my 

 choicest reaches. 



The take had considerably improved as the early 

 spring day reached its warmest hours, and I did 

 much better here than in the flat below where I 

 wanted to stay. But there was a sharpish wind 

 blowing in my face from this side, and probably 

 partly owing to excitement I was putting too much 

 brute force into the casting, the tail fly in conse- 

 quence was every now and then, curling back 

 towards me. 



In passing me again " Bob " stopped for a moment, 

 noticed this, and said, " Yer forcen yer rod ower 

 much, be a bit quieter in yer throwin 5 and keep yer 

 elbow in." With that he went his way again, and 

 after a short interval I followed to watch him fish a 

 length of water rather too deep to wade from our 

 side. 



It was a gently flowing, dark piece, with gaps 

 between the alder bushes along the stretch of its 



