78 FISHING IN EDEN 



and perhaps disappointed, brother angler can be 

 seen through the trees wending his way home. 



After leaving these retreats, in the days of my 

 companionship with " Bob," we always knew where 

 to find one another. Sometimes we made the low 

 hoot of the owl, and got the answering call. It was 

 then that we would ease our pannier straps, and sit 

 down together in the shade. On such occasions, in 

 May, we would lazily examine the edges of the water 

 and the stony banks, for creeper and stone-flies, and 

 when at length we saw the nymph crawling out we 

 knew well that, for a time the time marked by the 

 great annual feast on these big mouthfuls our 

 day-time fly-fishing was at an end. 



