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A SCOTTISH FLY-FISHER 



ment. The prospect, however, need give us no concern, 

 for long- before her subjugation is accomplished we 

 shall probably have lost the instincts of the chase. 

 While these remain to us, the sportsman's most ardent 

 desire will be to get away from the haunts of his 

 fellows, to penetrate the wilderness, to be alone in the 

 "forest primeval." The more remote from human 

 intrusion, the wilder and more primitive his surround- 

 ings, the greater his delight. There is no joy to the 

 angler in plying his lure in an aquarium, nor to the 

 big-game hunter in pursuing a semi-domesticated prey 

 through the simple intricacies of an artificial jungle. 



That is why sport on Loch 

 Leven is comparatively tame 

 and uninteresting. It is tainted 

 with commercialism. It is sport 

 reduced to business. It sug- 

 gests the game of Aunt Sally 

 at a country fair. You shy 

 sticks, three shies a penny, at 

 a grotesque figure set up in a 

 corner, and accurate markmanship is re- 

 warded with a cocoa-nut. You get, as the 

 showman says, " Fun for your money, and 

 the nuts for nawthin'." The angler on 



