CHAPTER II. 



THE FISHING OF BUENS WITH THE WET FLY. 



I AM even as a blind man in the deeper 

 mysteries of fishing with the wet fly. 



Willingly, nevertheless, shall I speak 

 of the little I know about it, hoping that 

 I may impart some of my enthusiasm to 

 other and younger brethren in the gentle 

 craft/ Whilst imparting information, I 

 hope I may be excused when I venture to 

 state, right away at the beginning of my 

 treatise, that the memory of my few big 

 days is seldom with me in " the Silences 

 of Life ; " these moments that come to 

 all thinking men when alone, and that 

 will, occasionally, force themselves upon 

 one even in a crowded room or busy 

 thoroughfare. 



I repeat, that the very memory of these 

 " big " days is forgotten, all but the 

 butcher's bill ; " an' divvle an ounce of the 

 Poethry of Angling " is there in such a day, 



