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never felt the need of it. The specimen in question 

 was a lightly-built affair intended for wet-fly work 

 and not meant as a dry-fly at all. However, it 

 could be made to float, nothing else seemed to be of 

 any use, and the trial could do no harm. By now 

 there was not a great deal of daylight left, and it 

 seemed improbable that the position could be 

 redeemed. But Greenwell's Glory did redeem it. 

 Every feeding fish that was fairly covered took it 

 well, and the result of about half an hour's fishing 

 was five trout over one and a half pounds landed, 

 and one hooked and lost. Obviously Greenwell's 

 Glory must now be a permanent occupant of the 

 fly-box, and one to be often tried. 



Of course, as soon as it was promoted to being an 

 infallible, Greenwell's Glory failed me just as badly 

 as anything else. There seems to be no infallible 

 fly, and, what is worse, no infallible selection of 

 flies. I have been forced anew to the conclusion 

 that there are evenings on which trout are not to be 

 caught with anything. And the tragedy is that 

 they look the best evenings of all. 



After the hatch of blue-winged olives is over 

 there is the chance of picking up a fish or two with 

 the sedge. Sometimes the chance is very good. 

 Well do I remember one occasion when the great 

 trout of the Test were, so to say, delivered into my 

 hand. It was to be my record day. Despite great 



