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lined with trees, so that nowhere was it 

 possible to make a cast, though doubtless it 

 contained many spots admirably suited for 

 float fishing with a worm or maggot ; but I 

 had none of these. It is perhaps needless 

 to say that the whole length of the riverside 

 was lined with barbed wire, quite protective 

 and impenetrable. After going up the river 

 towards the free part, where a couple of men 

 were pulling out fish of some sort as fast as 

 they could with worm and float tackle, I at 

 last found a break in the wire, viciously 

 broken, no doubt, by some exasperated angler. 

 I got through this and found myself on the 

 banks of the Wye. 



It had taken me quite two hours to get 

 there, and during that time the river had 

 swollen immensely, and was now the colour 

 of good old Dublin stout. Very good for 

 bottom fishing, but for fly casting absolutely 

 useless to attempt it. The two fishermen 

 advised me to wait, as the river sometimes 

 goes down as quickly as it rises, but for one 

 afternoon I had had quite enough of it. I 

 was a bit tired, not disheartened. I think I 

 rather liked the quandary I had got into, and 



