204 WHAT I HAVE SEEN WHILE FISHING 



CHAPTER II. 



A GRAND SCOTCH SPORTSMAN MY METHOD OF CASTING 

 THE TACKLE I USE. 



THE Lyon to me, in the Spring, is the beau-ideal 

 of a salmon river, containing, as it does, every 

 kind of water that the heart can wish for. Here 

 are falls, rapids, broken pools, rocky rushes, and 

 swift, yet unbroken, currents. The fish are large, 

 from i5lb. to 40 lb., and are full of vigour and 

 fight, qualities which are often enhanced to such 

 an extent by bank difficulties that the victory is 

 theirs. 



To write of the fishing in Glen Lyon and 

 leave out the name of the late Sir Robert Menzies, 

 Bart., would be too absurd, as every one in Perth- 

 shire is proud of that great sportsman. Some 

 will tell you of the far-stretching lands he owned, 

 reaching to the shores of Loch Rannoch, others 

 of his kindness and generosity, and many of the 

 plucky way in which he laid hold, held fast and 

 never let go, where he thought he was right, 

 until the highest legal tribunal said him nay. 



This truly grand Scotchman presided, until 



