IX 
A SALMON LOCH IN SUTHERLAND 
Fishermen's stories are said to be proverbially 
untrustworthy, and the great majority of people 
— at any rate of those who are not themselves 
fishermen — never seem to suppose that in the 
case of a fisherman, as in the case of every one 
else, truth may sometimes be stranger than 
fiction. 
I have been a fly-fisher since my earliest days, 
and have had many good days both with the 
salmon and the trout, but I have never had a day 
full of such surprising contrasts as the day which 
I had with a brother of mine many years ago in 
the early part of September, on a loch through 
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