62 Wei- Fly Fishing' 



a trout would rise in the centre current 

 itself. At once my flies were thrown 

 upward, and allowed to sail down for one 

 or two yards, and the cast was repeated, till 

 at last my reel sang out its merry music. 

 In time the trout got disturbed by the noisy 

 and rude plunges of their brethren, led 

 captive through their midst. To meet the 

 situation I crawled yet a little higher up 

 stream, and again sat down, as before. The 

 only trout now visibly on the feed, were in 

 the eddy beyond the centre current, and in 

 the calm water even beyond that. Here it 

 was necessary to raise high in air my rod- 

 hand, so as to keep the reel-line from even 

 touching the rapid centre current. I 

 always managed to secure a goodly number 

 of trout in this way, and no prettier bit of 

 fishing do I ever remember having, in my 

 life. 



Again, just below this deep pool was a 

 shallow one, overhung by trees, to reach 

 which I had to wriggle down on my side as 

 best I could. Lying flat, I then had to 

 cast underneath the overhanging boughs. 

 So few locals ventured to fish this place, 

 that I managed always to secure some good 

 trout. When, at length, I saw that this 

 thin water was not going to yield me any 



