138 AN AFTERNOON ON THE FINDHORN. [PART I. 
be standing ready at a tent set up there by us 
as an occasional sleeping-place and house of call, 
and, going down to a pool about eighty yards 
below it, caught in less than half-an-hour, without 
moving from my place, thirty-one Trout. They 
were mostly about Pilchard-size, with the excep- 
tion of one, which weighed a pound and a quarter. 
I rose him the first throw, but did not move him 
again until I had caught twenty-nine. He was an 
ugly disgraziato, who looked as if he had his 
back broken in his infancy. Had I changed my 
ground, so as to fish more water, no doubt I 
should have added to the score, but I wished, from 
curiosity, to see what I could do whilst standing 
in that one spot. Apparently I might have caught 
as many more there, had I continued fishing, but 
I was then obliged to give up, having other work 
in hand. 
On another occasion, after about three hours 
and a half’s fishing in the Findhorn, I left off in 
consequence of my basket being crammed full, 
and returned to the Lodge, when I found my take 
amounted to a hundred and fifteen, weighing 
twenty-six and a half pounds. I had been fishing 
under difficulties, having broken my rod in the 
outset. In addition to this, I had to carry my own 
