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hand, I can remember eating some chub 

 caught in a deep muddy river, which, in 

 comparison with this deceptive trout, were 

 delicious. To be strictly honest, I will 

 admit that this happened on a camping-out 

 expedition when provisions were running 

 low, and thus it was practically a case of 

 chub or nothing. Even that, however, does 

 not detract from the fact that those chub 

 were eatable. The matter must be left 

 there ; many a case has been ruined by 

 over-elaboration. 



It is surprising what a number of angling- 

 writers appear to have one eye consistently 

 fixed on the larder, and how few of them 

 see anything worthy of admiration in the 

 chub with the other eye. Some, however, 

 have spoken well of him, Dame Juliana 

 Berners for one. " The chevyn," says that 

 learned, if somewhat apocryphal, lady, " is 

 a stately fish, and his head is a dainty morsel. 

 There is no fish so strongly enarmed with 

 scales on the body." A stately fish is the 

 very name for him ; when he comes out of 

 the water in August with his red fins, and 

 great silver scales deepening into golden 

 brown on the back, he looks truly a broad, 



