Ill 



A MARCH SALMON 



THOSE who aspire to take salmon on a 

 fly in March must belong to one out of 

 three categories. They must live in Scotland, 

 on the east coast for choice, or they must 

 be born with silver (or, rather, golden) spoons 

 in their mouths, or they must have some 

 exceedingly kind friend who had that good 

 fortune. On the principle that even the best 

 of good sport in the world should not come too 

 often for its most vivid enjoyment, I should 

 say that those who come within the third 

 category, as I do, get the most enjoyment 

 out of a day's salmon-fishing in a good spring 

 river in March. The excitement of anticipation 

 is tremendous, especially if you have fished 

 the same river before and the surroundings of 

 every pool are indelibly fixed in your memory. 

 I remember very well my first chance of getting 

 a salmon. It was in the Dee, in late summer, 

 and I was at Aberdeen, on my way back from 



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