THE FISHING GAZETTE 
429 
June 10, 1893] 
CONTENTS. 
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vnver. 
May-fly Jottings with a ■* Kodak ”.42!) 
“ All these Things are against Mo ” 432 
Notes and Queries .432 
Scotch Notes . 433 
Fly-Fishing in the Teme..i34 
The Fisheries Section at the World’s Fair .435 
The Salmon Fisheries of Norway .436 
An Attempt to Make it Legal to Sell A'-tiIcially- 
reared Trout during the Fence Months . 437 
Reminiscences of an Old Angler . 438 
Glengarry as an Angling Resort . 439 
Three ‘-Jock Scotts ”. 439 
A True Bill. 449 
Mealworms. 444 
Waltoniana. 444 
Books Received. 440 
Correspondence.442 
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ANGLING AND CLUB GOSSIP. 
SATURDAY, JUNE 10th, 1893. 
MAY-FLY JOTTIKGS WITH A 
KODAK.^^ 
By the Editor of the F. G. 
“ Well, what sort of a May-fly time did you 
have P ” Numberless anglers must have had this 
question already put to them this year—I say 
already, because I am writing on June 6 , 1893, 
and in any other year I should have been either 
in Hampshire or on my way there. For many 
years I got a telegram from the D. etor about 
this date to come on at ouce ; as I remember 
describing it a few years back in the Gazette, I 
could distinctly hear his jolly invitation from his 
favourite meadows on the Itchen, “ Come on! 
What the Dickens keeps you in tliat dingy old 
London, when the trout are under the banks 
sucking in every fly which comes over them ? ” 
What sort of a May-fly time did I have? Well, 
a very jolly and enjoyable one; in fact, as the 
“ Amateur Angler” and T often said to each other, 
the only thing wanted to make it perfect was the 
presence of our dear old friend. Dr. Wiblin, of 
the Fly-fishers’ Club. We particularly wished to 
see if he could go all day without smoking, be¬ 
cause I recently discovered a very interesting 
little book by him, published over fifty years ago, 
giving a most graphic account for English 
medical students of all ths great hospitals and 
medical schools of Paris. The Doctor is now, and 
has been for many years, and I hope Ion 4 will 
be, one of the best judges and keenest lovers of 
a good cigar that ever I came across, and it was 
simply delightful to find in this printed work of 
his a regular up and down denunciation of 
tobacco, one which quite puts King Jamie’s 
“ Counterblast ” into the shade. However, our 
friend could not join us this year; he had made 
his arrangements without consulting St. Miy- 
fly, but I had the satisfaction of sending him two 
or three brace of fine trout in the perfection of 
condition. 
We were a very jolly party, and if we did not 
k'll any monster trout we had a very fair show 
of fish between a pound and two pounds and a 
half, and no end of big grayling went back for 
later months. Meeting my friend C. A. Payton 
(so ling known to readers of the Field as 
“ Sarcelle ”), at the Fly-fishers’ Club, I asked 
him if he would care to have a day or two in 
Hampshire, in May. He was nothing loth, and as 
he had to leaY^e for Genoa at the end of the 
month I advised him to put off his visit as late 
as he could as the May-fly might be up. The 
week before Whit Sunday I got new.s of the 
appearance of the fly, and sent him a line to meet 
me at Waterloo to go down by an early train, 
and a very pleasant journey I had listening to 
his yarns of fishing and shooting expeditions in 
Morocco. A keener or more thorough sportsman 
I never met, and only hope to meet him again on 
a May-fly or other fishing expedition. At our 
destination I met another very old angling friend, 
G. Yarde, also of the Fly-fishers’, with whom I 
have for twenty years fished in all parts of 
England. Then the “Amateur Angler” joined 
us, coming from the Isle of Wight, an 1 soon 
James Temple, the artist angler, turned up, 
loaded with rod, creel, and a camera and tripod. 
Fishing is all very well, but it’s the dressing 
which makes up three parts of the enjoyment. 
If you know of your own certain knowledge that 
the river contains a goodly store of fine trout 
and grajling, whether you catch them or not is a 
secondary consideration—provided you have, as 
we had, glorious weather, plenty of water, lovely 
scenery, and some quite mad enthusiasts to sit 
with under hedges aglow with pink-tinted dog 
roses, to compare notes and mark the fish rising 
and the May-flies floating down. 
We were sitting under the shade of a fine old 
ash tree at a spot called by “ G. Y.” the “ Public 
House.” There is no inn within a long mile of it, 
nevertheless it has been a place of rest and 
refreshment for weary dry-flyers many a time, 
and when “ G. Y.” gets here out of a burning 
sun he sometimes, I won’t say always, asks old 
Lewis to fill the cup of his flask with a little 
br'ght Itchen water, and then he oils it. 
Having oiled it he lights a pipe and descants on 
the extraordinary denseness of those anglers who 
do not use Mr. English’s patent pipe ; he admits 
that during the last fourteen years or more he 
has got some good tips from the Fishing Gazette; 
but I should like Mr. English to be behind the 
scenes when “ G. Y”.” is “ going on ” about his 
pipe. That it has saved his life scores of times 
is one of the least of its merits in his eyes. I 
fished with “G. Y.” long before the Fishing 
Gazette was heard of; I saw it first at his house. 
“ My dear sir ” (a favourite expression of his, even 
when talking to an old angling chum)—my dear 
sir, if you took up this paper you’d make a 
fortune by it.” Well, I took it up, and if I have 
not made a fortune I have made countless friends, 
which is far better, for if yon have enough to 
struggle on with and pay the poor’s-rate it’s all 
right. I have, as our friends across the water 
say, “ run ’’ the Fishing Gazette simply from a 
deeply-rooted love of angling, and a keen enjoy¬ 
ment of the companionship of lovers of angling. 
I have endeavoured to give offence to no man, 
but, as dear old Izaak Walton said, over two 
hundred years ago, “ there are offences given, 
and offences not given but taken,” and I long 
ago found that it was a sheer impossibility as 
editor of the Fishing Gazette to please everybody. 
Over twenty years ago I went in a good deal 
for photography, and on angling excursions in 
various parts of the country took with me a big 
camera, a portable dark tent, and chemicals of 
various kinds; but there was often a great 
bother to get water, ard at the railway stations 
the things wanted as much looking after as a 
lot of babies, so I gave it up as a game not 
worth the candle. Since that time dry plates 
have been made perfect, and, better still, ex¬ 
quisitely sensitive films have been invented, and, 
above all, we have the “ Kodak ” with ns. I give 
some process reproductions from “ Kodak ” 
pictures I took this May-fly season, practically 
the first time I ever used this most admirable 
and simple little affair. The “ Kodak ” I havm is 
a No. 4 Jr, and contains enough film on the 
rollers to take forty-eight pictures. There is 
nothing to carry but a little camera in a leather 
case, 11 inches long, 5^ inches wide, and 7 inches 
deep, the whole weight being no more than your 
basket with a brace of 2.V-pouaders in it. Yon 
focus your picture, press a button, and the thing 
is done. Pull a string, turn a handle, and you 
are ready for another. Of course, these repro¬ 
ductions in the Fishing Gazette, printed by the 
thousand by steam, are not nearly so clear and 
sharp as silver prints from the “Kodak” nega¬ 
tives, the film of which is, by the way, so tough 
that yon might well use it for the wings of 
artificial flies. 
We did not have a heavy rise of fly this 
year, and on Whit Monday and up to the Thursday 
following, the fish took the natural well, both 
trout and grayling; indeed, contrary to our usual 
experience, the grayling, instead of beginning to 
feed when the trout had almost had enough of 
the fly, took it well from the first. 
I have to thank Mr. T. Andrews for his little 
bottle of paraffin oil. I never tried it before on 
May-flies, but Mr. Yarde assured me that it 
answered splendidly, and so it did. The bottle 
Mr. Andrews sent me is one of those pocket ink 
bottles with an inverted neck, to prevent spilling ; 
it has a small brush stuck well into the bottom 
of the cork, so that when you remove the latter 
you have the brush oiled ready for use. It 
answers best, of course, with flies hackled 
well all down the body, like the G.O.M. 
pattern of Mrs. Ogden Smith, or with any of 
Mr. James Ogden’s with hackled bodies, including 
his new pattern fly “Emperor.” I gave Mr. Temple 
a couple of the last named pattern to try, and he 
said that every fish he put it over took it. 
There was one trout just above the “ public- 
house ” already mentioned which we had all tried 
over and over again. I tried him one day with an 
Alder after a May-fly had been refused, and then 
with a wee Claret Spinner on 000 hook ; he rose 
at both, but did not fasten. He used to rove 
about in a stream over a space of a yard or 
two, making waves “ like a penny steamer,” as 
“ G. Y.” put it. It is very interesting to watch 
a good fish rove about like this, almost poking 
