JUNE 139 



and so can take you to the very drift 

 where yesterday, or last season, or many 

 years ago, some memorable basket was 

 made. 



Not a few trout have been creeled 

 during our statement of the preliminary 

 procedure. Some of the anglers who set 

 out intending to begin at The Sluices, or 

 at the base of the Lomonds, found cause 

 to stop far short of that. They ran into 

 the midst of a rise of fly. They dis- 

 covered this through noticing a rise of 

 trout. Many flies, even though large, 

 escape the human vision. The Mayfly, 

 which on most waters does not come out 

 until June, is a remarkable instance. 

 Though it is yellow, and almost as large 

 as a butterfly, you are startled by the 

 apparition. You know it must have been 

 there, in the sunlight, for some time ; yet 

 you did not see it. It is so tenuous, so 

 silent, so gentle, as to appear unreal; 

 dawning upon you slowly, as it were, 

 yet with such a thrill that the glowing 

 air, the awaking Summer, seems to have 



