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earlier in the summer there were many about the harbour. 
A “gentleman,” the fishermen complained, had ruined 
the bass-fishing. by taking enormous quantities in a 
specially-constructed silk trammel, selling them sub- 
sequently for his own profit.1 The whiting-grounds, on 
which the sport is first-rate, are only about three miles 
out. 
This little fishing village, within easy reach of 
Exmouth, is a capital place for mackerel-railing |, sigh 
and pollack-fishing, the former fish being found, here 
everywhere, the latter residing among the rocky 
ledges off the mouth of the Otter. There are also large 
bass off Ottermouth, but they are said to take some 
catching, 
Cowes, see Southampton. 
With its autumn cod and whiting, this place has, 
particularly since the arrival of the B.S.A.S. 
on the scene, achieved considerable notoriety Deal 
among London, and even provincial, sea-anglers. 
Though knowing it well, I have preferred to get these 
notes from one who visits the place regularly, and Mr. G. 
Read Clarke, of the B.S.A.S., has kindly come to the 
rescue. Besides the cod- and whiting-fishing afore- 
mentioned, there is, he says, an earlier season (roughly, 
May to September) for pollack and ground-fish. 
There is fishing, of a sort, from the pier throughout 
the season, and in the autumn some really good cod and 
whiting are taken here. For boat-fishing, the grounds 
are many, particularly in the form of wrecks, terribly 
common on this coast, and small patches of rock. Thus, 
there is a wreck off Walmer Castle, to find which it is. 
necessary to get the flag-staff alongside the Walmer life- 
boat house in line with the land side of the steeple on 
the house, and the windmill just clear of the Walmer 
Castle woods. Another wreck off Sandown Castle, an 
excellent pout-ground, is found by getting the land end 
of the pier-pavilion in line with the edge of Deal Castle 
and the first chimney (counting from the centre to the 
1 This ‘‘ gentleman ”’-is not unknown to me, and I once narrowly 
missed the pleasure of dragging an anchor through his trammels off 
Portland. ‘The manner in which he has for years been permitted to 
deplete the Devonshire and Dorset estuaries of their bass, once 
famous, reflects little credit on the winking foreshore Conservancies. 
