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[Dec. 31, 1910. 
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American Big Game in its Haunts. 
The Book of the Boone *nd Crockett Club. Editor, 
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A CHALK-STREAM STUDY. 
As I stood on the railway bridge which 
spanned the most celebrated chalk stream in the 
north of England and surveyed the prospect 
before me, the chance of a successful day’s fish¬ 
ing seemed very slight, says Kittiwake in the 
Field. Though it was not yet ten o’clock, the 
sun was shining in a cloudless sky, and the heat 
was already so great, the shade of the trees 
appeared much more alluring than exposure to 
the full blaze on the banks of the river. It was 
a day for a garden party, a picnic, or haymaking 
rather than fishing, though it was welcome in¬ 
deed to the poor hay-makers, who had had such 
a disastrous time in the north as an experience 
of nearly thirty years cannot recall. While their 
fortunate brethren in the South and Midlands 
won their hay in splendid condition, the later 
crops in the northern counties felt the full force 
of that terrible break in the weather, and for 
nearly three weeks the rain pelted down night 
and day with such vigor that it even penetrated 
large cocks, which began to mould before any 
attention could be paid to them. 
Scarcely a breath of wind fanned the leaves, 
though what there was fortunately tfended up 
stream, and it did not seem as if there would be 
any likelihood of success before the evening, at 
which time I should be in the railway carriage 
wending my way back to my home. The inci¬ 
dents of the sport, ( however, proved most vari¬ 
able, in which good luck and bad luck so inter¬ 
mingled it was difficult to say which predomi¬ 
nated, though when I took stock of the con¬ 
tents of my basket at the conclusion of fishing 
I felt well content, despite many disappoint¬ 
ments. For a long while, indeed, these were so 
persistent that hope became deferred, until it 
nearly disappeared altogether; but patience and 
perseverance were at long last rewarded, and 
proved once again that “it is a long lane that 
has no turning.” While I was putting my rod 
together two good trout were noted on a shal¬ 
low, each feeding voraciously, and in turn each 
made an apparently beautiful rise at my fly; but 
in each case neither was touched, though, of 
course, sufficiently alarmed to retire incontinent¬ 
ly. At the next corner a large trout was rising 
close under the further bank, and another just 
where the current swept round the bend, so I 
waded across to get below the first, to avoid 
any chance of a drag. • The fly came beautifully 
over him; he rose boldly at it, and yet I felt but 
the slightly grit of his teeth when I made the 
strike. As the same thing occurred with the 
remaining fish, within about a quarter of an 
hour four good trout had made four good rises, 
and not one had even been pricked. My belief 
is the glare of the sun prevented the trout from 
calculating aright, and that this is often the 
cause of false rises. In each of the above in¬ 
stances the fly had been, on the sun side of the 
fish, and when rising at it the trout had had 
the sun full in its eyes. No other feeding fish 
was met with for some time, but then one was 
seen slowly sailing round a quiet bay, taking 
every fly, and as soon as it saw my fly it came 
quickly up to it, took it without hesitation, and 
yet there was no response whatever to my 
strike. 
Hope in my case was rapidly beginning to 
give way to despair, for I appeared to be out of 
luck altogether. There were some thorn bushes 
hanging over the stream a few yards higher up, 
with a convenient stream running past them, 
where many and many a trout has become my 
victim, and here, as usual, a nice fish was feed¬ 
ing. The fly sailed most temptingly over the 
trout, which just put its nose above water and 
sucked it down; but that was all, for again there 
was no tight line when I struck. Moodily I 
wandered on, and a long period elapsed before 
another feeding fish was found, and then two 
more served me in the same fashion; but just 
beyond the last one a good trout was feeding 
at a bend between some weeds, and, though the 
fly apparently nailed over him, he did not see 
it until it had passed him, when he turned and 
followed it about a foot, seized it, and for the 
first time that day I experienced the thrilling 
joy of a fish being “on.” Now, this fish also 
