PRACTICAL FLY FISHING 



Redhead. Over the Meggat. 



Gent. What is the Meggat ? 



Redh. The main feeder of the Loch. 



Gent. Let us go there. 



It was a fine afternoon in the month of 

 June; the water was full, the fish were rising 

 at the Middle-dun ; the creels were nearly filled, 

 when the Middle-dun ceased to come down the 

 water, and not a fish could be stirred. 



Gentleman^ sitting down upon a large stone, 

 I shall try a Grouse.' 



Redh. You need not, Sir. 



Gent. Why not ? It 's the best fly now. 



Redh. It's no use, Sir. 



Gent. I ; 11 try one, however. 



Redh. I've often seen English Gentlemen 

 try them, and catch nothing. 



Gent. Here they are, ready dressed, and I 

 mean to give one a chance ; we cannot well be 

 worse than we are. 



Redh. It may do in England, but I tell you 

 it 's no use here ; you might as well throw your 

 hat into the water. 



Gent. May I not please myself? 



No answer. 



The Gentleman stepped on the gravel-bed, 

 threw his line, drew out a nice fish, and 

 taking it off the hook, said very quietly, 

 ' Grouse ! ' 



He took another, ' Grouse ! 7 



He took fourteen more ; making sixteen fish 

 in succession, all with the ' Grouse,' although he 

 had other flies on his line ; and as each fish 



