A MARCH ADVENTURE. 



Scotch Highlands it is used as a general fly throughout 

 the summer, and is a capital killer. Many a weighty 

 pannier have we had the pleasure of creeling through 

 its agency, for when once really well on the water, 

 which it annually is on most streams, better sport 

 is not afforded by any fly. The Great Red Spinner 

 referred to is an elegant fly, and is sometimes a good 

 killer, but as in this stage it lays the eggs that 

 propagate its species, like all the other spinners, it is 

 scarcely more than a film or shell, after having fulfilled 

 its natural functions, and it is no matter of surprise 

 that the lusty fresh browns are more appreciated by 

 the fish. 



It is the last Sunday in March. Nature is again 

 assuming her green garb, and the birds are joyously 

 carolling their overflowing meed of earthly bliss at 

 the return of ever welcome spring. Tempted by the 

 promise thus held out of an enjoyable commune with 

 nature, you, after the morning's devotions are over, 

 indulge in a quiet stroll by the neighbouring trout 

 stream. After a time you observe what mayhap had 

 previously escaped your notice, namely, that there 

 are quite a number of up-winged " browns " about. 

 You approach for a nearer inspection. A glance at 

 the water proves the fish to be equally curious. 

 Dexterously capturing a specimen in your hat, you 

 pronounce it a March brown. The fish, too, seem to 

 have made a similar discovery, as all the way down 

 stream you are treated to a constant repetition of the 

 sweetest sound in the whole range of music to the 

 angler, " the plump little swish of a rising fish," and 



