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line and hook held fast. He filled my net, 

 and, indeed, cracked it. He was safe I was 

 proud, I was satisfied. The master smiled 

 when he saw him, and remarked the best way 

 to cook him was to boil him and eat him cold 

 with sauce mayonnaise. I had regarded him as 

 a record fish for me he looked so big and 

 fought so well ; and I was a little chagrined to 

 find when in the scales that after all this fuss 

 his weight was only 2 Ib. 6 oz. 



June 4. Thunder and lightning all night 

 a little rain. At the end of our lawn is a 

 little coppice a kind of maze of zig-zag 

 paths and cosy nooks where lovers like to 

 hide themselves and at the end of this maze 

 the river has a tiny weir or waterfall of about 

 six inches, the water falling into a rather 

 deep pool; and this pool, we discovered, 

 was the resort of the patriarchs of the trout 

 family. There we found them looking out 

 for whatever may float over the weir of an 

 attractive character. 



No May Fly has yet made its appearance, 

 but I put on a small stiff- winged grey May 

 Fly, as a trial it goes by the name of "The 

 Kennet." It was well received as it floated 



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