96 FISHING IN EDEN 



a couple of hours, beginning just as dusk is 

 setting in. 



Night fishing does not appeal to everybody, but 

 some of its devotees take more delight in it than any 

 other kind of sport with the rod. 



This is so with an old friend whose boyhood was 

 contemporaneous with my own, and who is actually 

 a first-rate, all-round fisher. His favourite bustard 

 is a brown owl with a dark brown body and a little 

 red hackle. 



This same angler had an unusual experience one 

 night when only a lad of eighteen years. He says, 

 " Boy-like I had four bustards on instead of the 

 usual two, and was suddenly surprised to find that 

 they had all been taken. On the tail fly was a pound 

 chub. This, as usual, made no great fight, and very 

 soon went swimming quietly about, so that each of 

 the droppers was taken in turn, and much to my 

 astonishment I netted the lot." 



Night fishing has never appealed to me in spite 

 of the large baskets of fish that are taken in this 

 way. I have practised it occasionally all my life, 

 but I cannot say that it has afforded me anything 

 like the enjoyment of day-time fishing. Sometimes 

 when I have been upon the Eden, in June, with 

 angling friends I have seen very little of them for 

 a week at a time. They were in bed when I was 



