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is, however, a broad line of deniarcation — a line 

 which bars the interchanoe of even the commonest 

 civilities on the mutual ground of pursuing the 

 same object. The fair fisherman hates the man 

 who captures the finny tribe by unfair or illegal 

 means as strongly as a foxhunter hates a foxkiller, 

 or a strict Sabbatarian hates a sinner who enjoys 

 a Sunday afternoon's walk and the glimpses of 

 nature it may afford him. There is also a line 

 drawn between the man who fishes for amusement 

 alone and he who fishes for profit. The division 

 in the latter instance may not be so broad as it is 

 in the former, but, nevertheless, it is wide enough 

 to distinctly separate the two classes. Now T 

 think the fair and amateur angler is in a great 

 many instances unaware of the shifts and dodges 

 adopted by the poacher and the pothunter to fill 

 their pockets, and of the consequent hindrance to 

 his own sport. Therefore by w^ay of warning, of 

 information, and possible amusement, I have noted 

 down a few of the more singular instances which 

 liave come under my own observation. 



Let anyone take a boat and row down the 

 sluggish Yare from the dirty old city of Norwich 

 as the shades of evening are darkening the river, 

 and he will see several uncouth, rough-looking 

 boats being slowly impelled down stream by 



