FL Y FISHING IN FRANCE. 75 



have frequently been laughed at by old and 

 crafty hands, who have said, " My dear fellow, 

 how can you expect to rise a salmon in water 

 where the tide comes up every twelve hours ? 

 Try above/' I explained I always did try above, 

 and with always the same result no rise. 

 There was a famous pool about a mile up the 

 river from Quimper, where no salt water could 

 possibly or ever did come in, and although I 

 have seen as many as six and thirty fine salmon 

 taken out by the net in one morning, yet no fish 

 could be tempted to rise at the most luxurious 

 and beautifully-dressed fly. 



The largest trout I ever caught in France was 

 a five-pounder, but take the run of them they 

 are under herring size. One of the most beau- 

 tiful spots for fishing I ever saw was at the 

 Strangalla, about five miles from Quimper ; it 

 is a splendid little river, full of rocks, shallows, 

 and falls, and is situated between two lofty 

 ranges of hills difficult to get at, but when you 

 are there it amply repays you for your trouble ; 

 it is certainly one of the sweetest spots I ever 

 saw, and boasting some very fair fishing. 



Many people, too, imagine they can fish or 



