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and landed a decent chub, and then another. 

 I despise that sort of fishing, and there was 

 no chance of any other here, so I gave it up. 



Salmon there are, no doubt, but I have no 

 licence, no tackle, no skill in that direction. 

 This stretch of the river needs to be looked 

 after by the Conservancy Board ; it is not my 

 business to look after it or them. I only know 

 that my boy tells me he is very fond of fishing, 

 but that the fishing he has seen has been with 

 the net, not with the rod. One day he was out 

 fishing with the keepers of a certain riparian 

 owner when they brought out over a score of 

 splendid salmon weighing over 20 Ib. each. 

 " That," says he, " is the sort of sport I like." 

 " That," said I, " is rank poaching, and should 

 be put a stop to." I am inclined to think that 

 it was owing to this great event that the attention 

 of the Conservancy was aroused to the netting 

 question, and now netting is no longer permitted, 

 or at least is suspended for five years. 



Finding no attraction in the big river for my 

 small efforts, I am now looking out for some less 

 ambitious but more trouty stream. I had been 

 told of a small stream in the " Golden Valley " 

 called the Dore, and thither to-day I went in 



