GRAYLING FISHING 135 



If a choice has to be made of time, there can be 

 no doubt that fly fishing in the autumn stands 

 pre-eminent. October in Westmorland is often a 

 delightful month, and I at least like to tramp my 

 way to the fishing through the woods of crackling, 

 fallen leaves, to see the beeches and the bracken 

 ablaze in sunlit brown, and, here and there, to pick 

 off the bushes a ripe hazel nut. 



The peewits and golden plover are at this time of 

 the year gathered together in noisy circling crowds, 

 and the gay tailed pheasants disappear under the 

 bushes. 



If the beginning of a trout fisherman's content is 

 in the spring it may well be said that it has a 

 glorious, and protracted ending in the autumn for 

 the man who loves to throw a fly over both 

 grayling and trout. 



