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secure two and three brace on lucky evenings 

 ranging as high as thirteen ounces, with a 

 special cuvee of pounders from the pool. 



As we were a hundred and fifty miles apart, 

 and both doing well as doctor's bulletins say, 

 the exchange of experiences incurred no risk of 

 either of us trespassing on the other's preserves. 

 This kind of fishing is of course incompatible 

 with the meals of civilisation. One must not 

 only rough it, but be content with simple life 

 and an outdoor existence. But it can be 

 attained every year in nearly every county by 

 those who are keen enough to seek out, and put 

 up with, its conditions. It can be managed by 

 City men on holiday, alone, almost better than 

 by country residents who do not care for the 

 discomfort of sleeping away from their homes, 

 or who might feel a little ashamed of their 

 surroundings. 



For ten years now I have always been 

 fortunate enough to take a holiday of three 

 weeks in Devonshire or Hants embracing usually 

 the last week of April and the first fortnight of 

 May; waiting in fact for the quiet time which 

 sees the gloriously lengthening days between 

 Easter and Whitsuntide which sees the arrival 

 and hears the song of the warblers, the black- 

 cap, the willow wrens and the chiffchaff, as they 

 choose their nesting places which sees the sky 

 changing from ominous black to smiling showers 

 after the east wind has had its innings and the 

 flooded meadows have recovered from the furious 

 rain storms that followed its departure which 



