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Another time I had been fishing late, with a white 

 moth, and, on leaving off, twisted the gut and fly round 

 my hat. Getting through a hedge the gut caught in 

 a bramble, and the fly went into my scalp, and the 

 more I pulled the worse it was. The same friend 

 was with me, and helped me out of it. We then 

 went to a doctor, who snipped away the hair and cut 

 the hook out. 



It is not very often that an eel is taken with a fly, 

 but I was once fishing with a Palmer, and, being tired, 

 very carelessly laid my rod down with the fly in the 

 water, which, of course, sank to the bottom. I 

 strolled about, and coming back picked up the rod, 

 and found an eel attached, which I landed. 



