THE GAME FISHES OF THE WOELD 



One of the most charming vistas I recall in Italy was from 

 my hotel in Genoa, where I saw the jagged peaks of Corsica or 

 Sardinia rising in the crimson haze of an ItaUan sunrise, which 

 reminded me that there were trout to be taken in the old 

 home of Napoleon. 



The Golo is the largest trout stream, rising back of Corte in 

 the high and rugged country, and reaching the sea about twelve 

 miles from Bastia. It is made up by the Basco and Tartagine. 

 I left Italy just before the best season, February 9, before the 

 winter snows had melted. Like all the trout streams in Spain, 

 France or Italy, it has been poached and netted beyond reason, 

 yet there are trout ranging from a fourth of a pound to two 

 pounds. 



The point of departure of the angler should be Ponte Leccia, 

 where the Hotel Cyxnos serves man and beast, and is often flUed 

 with EngUsh and American anglers. The best angling is the 

 stretch between the bridge at Ponte Leccia and the Station. 

 There is also good fishing in the Tartagine, a tributary of the 

 Golo, and in the Asco and Gravona, the latter reaching the sea 

 a mile or two south of Ajaccio,'an interesting place. StiU another 

 little trout river is the Liamone, which rises near Monte Eetto 

 and its tributaries, Crussini and Fiume Grosso. By the end of 

 March the trout fishing is at its best here. Into the Gulf of 

 Valencia near Propnano runs the Eizzanese, abounding in small 

 trout. 



