A ’BERG TROUT STREAM 263 
“Just in the dubious point, where with the pool 
Is mixed the trembling stream.” 
Curiously enough, the heaviest individual 
trout of the visit was the least game. He 
weighed a pound and a quarter, but was thin; 
for his size he should have had four more ounces. 
It was the beginning of an afternoon’s fly-fishing, 
and this trout could be seen on the feed in some 
still water. Obviously, he was worth trying for. 
The first cast never got to him ; the tail fly had 
hooked up in long grass behind, and stayed there. 
With a big trout inviting attention, there was no 
time to tie on another fly, so a second cast was 
made with only a dropper (blue upright). The 
fly was taken at once, and the trout played steadily, 
almost lazily. Then he gave two upward leaps 
that would have done credit to a performing seal ; 
these two aerial excursions seemed quickly to ex- 
haust him, and in two minutes or so he was netted. 
A thrilling little adventure was supplied by 
another trout, safely landed at the foot of a steep 
bank and near a bush. Fascination was lent to 
the incident because it meant casting from a reed- 
covered bank—and right over the high reeds. 
Trout seem to patronize apparently inaccessible 
spots by instinct. But it seemed just possible, 
owing to the ascending bank, to throw over the 
reeds, and anyhow, it was worth a sporting effort, 
as trout were rising gaily in the still, deep water. 
The cast dropped beautifully two or three times 
without response. But at last a trout rose and 
was hooked. Away he went right across the 
river, the reel singing out musically. It seemed 
