What use in throwing into the still shallow
tail, shining like oil in the full glare of the sun?
'But I cannot get below the pool without--'
Without crawling through that stiff stubbed hedge, well set with
trees, and leaping that ten-foot feeder afterwards. Very well. It
is this sort of thing which makes the stay-at-home cultivated chalk-
fishing as much harder work than mountain angling, as a gallop over a
stiffly enclosed country is harder than one over an open moor. You
can do it or not, as you like: but if you wish to catch large trout
on a bright day, I should advise you to employ the only method yet
discovered.
There--you are through; and the keeper shall hand you your rod. You
have torn your trousers, and got a couple of thorns in your shins.
The one can be mended, the other pulled out. Now, jump the feeder.
There is no run to it, so--you have jumped in. Never mind: but keep
the point of your rod up. You are at least saved the lingering
torture of getting wet inch by inch; and as for cold water hurting
any one--Credat Judaeus.
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