114 AMID THE HIGH HILLS 
which flows one of the best of the smaller salmon 
rivers in the North of Scotland. Strange as 
were the events of that day, I can vouch for the 
absolute veracity of the following story. 
The loch in question is not very large, and 
is not deep in any part. It contains a good many 
trout about three to the pound, and at certain 
periods of the year many salmon. We had a 
long drive from X., where we were staying, and 
reached the loch about 10 a.m. We had with 
us a gillie, a salmon-fisher of long experience and 
a typical Highlander, in height about 6 ft. 3 in., 
whose name, like his hair, was Sandy. We had 
not expected to have any salmon-fishing while 
we were at X., but fortunately I happened to 
have with me my salmon rod as well as a trout rod, 
and we arranged on this day that we would fish 
with the two rods alternately, and that as soon 
as one of us caught a salmon the other would 
take the salmon rod. 
When we arrived at the loch there was a good 
breeze blowing from the west, with no sun. We 
put a medium-sized " Jock Scott " on the salmon 
cast, while on the trout cast we put, as a tail fly, 
a queer, nondescript fly, which Sandy fancied, 
and, as a bob fly, a " March Brown." These two 
