AND HOW I HAVE CAUGHT MY FISH 269 



The Lyon rises near Ben Cruachan, with Ben 

 Lawers on the south, and mighty Schiehallion on 

 the north. No one, I think, but certainly not poor 

 I, can pretend to adequately describe the grandeur 

 of the mountainous regions through which this 

 river flows, the music it makes, or the feelings 

 which it engenders. 



At the head of the Glen is Loch Lyon, the pro- 

 perty of the Marquis of Breadalbane, on the one 

 side, and of the trustees of the late Mr. Bullough, 

 of Meggernie Castle, on the other. Permission to 

 fish must first be obtained from one or other of the 

 owners. Being so provided you may reasonably 

 expect good sport with the trout, for which try a 

 red hackle, but the salmon are an off-chance. 



The river flows for forty miles before falling into 

 the Tay about three miles above Aberfeldy. How 

 the seasons and lures vary for each portion of it 

 I will proceed to tell you. 



From the opening day to the middle of 

 February the fish are in the lower reaches of the 

 river that is, below the Falls Pool at Fortingall ; 

 after that date they are some three miles farther up, 

 and by April i, when the fly should supersede all 

 other baits, they may be found in the whole of the 

 water (eleven miles) that can be fished from the 

 Fortingall Hotel. 



By the end of July there is scarcely a pool 

 that has not its tenants, and during August and 

 September there are bends and falls in the river 



