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almost as regular as the setting of the sun. 

 Commenting on an article describing it, a 

 leader-writer in The Evening Standard 

 and St. James s Gazette hinted a misgiving 

 as to whether there is such a thing. 

 That can be accounted for only by 

 supposing that as an angler he has had 

 extraordinarily bad luck. Any one who 

 has more than once witnessed the evening 

 rise will believe that it is the rule. The 

 first experience, if thorough, is startling 

 and stimulating enough to explain why 

 those who take to trout-fishing never 

 willingly lay the rod permanently aside. 



I myself first saw the evening rise, and 

 the fruits of it, on Clatto Loch, which lies 

 among the southern hills of Fife. I had 

 been at work assiduously all day, and had 

 caught only three or four fish. The sun 

 had been blazing, and there had been only 

 faint and infrequent breezes. At sundown 

 my companion and I, having a good bit 

 to go, had beached the boat, taken down 

 the rods, and were strolling demurely 

 away. Suddenly we beheld a strange 



