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On Nov 14, 1:22 pm, Mike wrote:
As of now, I will post every single mail you post to me to this group;

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On 14 Nov, 11:13, "Dinac" wrote:

Basic Trout Fishing Tactics

For those of you who are new to trout fishing I figured I'd write
an article
on some basic trout fishing tactics.

Quite a few people beat you to it................... this guy had a
completely different spin on things..............

This is the only other piece that William Clouston Stewart wrote on
fishing that was published. Some of you might enjoy it. It is from
"Fishing Gossip" by H.Cholmondely Pennell H. (Henry), 1837-1915

Which you can find here;

http://www.archive.org/details/fishi...pors00choliala

FLY-FISHING, AND HOW IT SHOULD BE DONE.

FLY-FISHING has always been, and we believe always will be, the
favourite method of angling ; and deservedly so. Few who have once
owned its sway are capable of resisting its attractions. What golden
memories of the past it recalls ! What bright visions of the future it
portrays ! And when May comes, that month pre-eminently the fly-
fisher's, with its bright sunny mornings and soft southern breezes,
once more, unencumbered with anything save a light rod and small box
of flies, the angler wends his way to some favourite stream. Once more
with elastic tread he climbs the mountain's brow, and having gained
the summit, what a prospect meets his gaze ! There, far as the eye can
reach, rises into the blue sky summit after summit of the heath-clad
hills, while underneath lie the grassy slope and luxuriant meadow, the
green cornfield and waving wood, and, glittering and circling among
all like a silver thread, winds the far-stretching stream in its
beauty. There is nothing to break the solitude save the plaintive
bleating of the sheep or the cry of the moorcock.

As the angler descends, the music of the song-bird meets his ear from
every bush, and the groves resound with the cooing of the wood-pigeon
or the soft notes of the cuckoo. And now he approaches the scene of
his anticipated triumph. There is the deep rocky pool and racing
shallow, the whirling eddy and rippling stream now foaming over rocks,
and now meandering slowly between green banks. Now it pauses as if to
enjoy the glory of the pro spect, then rushes impetuously forward,
eager to drink in the grandeur of some new scene. Everything seems
endowed with life to welcome the return of summer, and the very river
is alive with leaping trout. No wonder that with Sir Henry Watton he
finds "fly-fishing" a "cheerer of the spirits, a tranquilliser of the
mind, a calmer of unquiet thoughts, a diverter of sadness."

And then the art itself is lively and graceful. Look at the angler as
he approaches some favourite spot. See him as he observes the monarch
of the pool regaling himself on the incautious insect that sports in
fancied security upon the surface. Inwardly he vows that it shall be
avenged. Cautiously he approaches, concealing himself by kneeling, or
keeping behind some bush, lest by any chance his expected prey should
discover him and so be warned. Gracefully wheeling his long line
behind, he lays
his flies down softly as a snow-flake just above the desired spot. A
moment of expectancy succeeds ; the flies approach the very place
where the trout was last seen. Look at the angler how with keen eye he
watches, to strike with alert hand the moment he either feels or sees
the least movement. There is a stoppage of the line and an
instantaneous movement of the angler's wrist, and the trout is fast.
At first he shakes his head as if surprised and bewildered at the
unwonted interference with his liberty, but gradually awakening to a
sense of the danger of his position, he collects his scattered
energies, and makes a gallant fight for liberty. Frequently he will
leap in the air several times as if to ascertain the character of his
opponent, and then make a frantic rush ; but the figure on the bank
follows him like a shadow, and at last, strength and hope both
exhausted, he turns on his side and becomes an easy prey, leaving the
angler to congratulate himself on having achieved such a feat with a
tiny hook and tackle like a gossamer.

The victory, however, is not always with the angler more frequently
the other way. Often at the last moment, just as he is putting out his
hand to secure his prize, the trout makes a bolt, and is gone, leaving
the disappointed artist the picture of blank dismay, and in a very
unenviable frame of mind ; indeed, of all the trials of the temper
which occur in the ordinary course of life, there is none to compare
with that of losing a good trout at the last moment, and anglers have
various ways of giving vent to their pent-up feelings, depending upon
their peculiar idiosyncrasy. But of all the different means of relief
there is perhaps none at once so satisfactory and so reprehensible as
that referred to by a late great humorist who, if not an angler, was
the friend and associate of anglers :

" The flask frae my pocket
I poured into the socket,
For I was provokit unto the last degree ;
And to my way o' thinkin',
There's naething for 't but drinkin',
When a trout he lies winkin' and lauchin' at me."

Everything, we say, combines to render fly-fishing the most attractive
of all the branches of the angler's art. The attempt to capture trout
which are seen to rise at natural flies is in itself an excitement
which no other method possesses. Then the smallness of the hook and
the fineness of the tackle necessary for success increase the danger
of escape, and consequently the excitement and pleasure of the
capture ; and for our own part we would rather hook, play, and capture
a trout of a pound weight with fly than one of a pound and half with
minnow or worm, where the hooks being larger, there is less chance of
their losing their hold, and the gut being stronger, there is
less risk of its breaking. Fly-fishing is also the cleanest and most
elegant and gentlemanly of all the methods of capturing trout. The
angler who practises it is saved the trouble of working with worms, of
catching, keeping alive, and salting minnows, or searching the river's
bank for the natural insect. Armed with a light single-handed rod and
a few flies he may wander from county to county, and kill trout
wherever they are to be found.

But besides being the most attractive and valuable, artificial fly-
fishing is the most difficult branch of the angler's art ; and this is
another reason of the prefer ence accorded to it, since there is more
merit, and therefore more pleasure, in excelling in what is difficult.