Ask any one of them if he has had good sport. They go to fish , not to catch fish. Still more do you learn patience when fly-fishing in a wind and your delicate gut cast ties itself up into an intricate tangle for you to unravel. The wild has its charms. At the same time there is a sweet attraction in the waters nearer home where, in the lush meadows of Hampshire, with the cattle knee deep among the buttercups, and the snipe drumming overhead, the rooks cawing drowsily among the stately elms, you wander slowly, stalking your trout in infinite quiet and solitude, far from the madding crowd and away from the noise and rush of modern life in towns, a comrade among the birds and water-voles.
Trout fishing is the best rest-cure in the world.
On these occasions a ghillie spoils the show. A man who cannot land his own fish is not a fisherman. Your feedback, comments and suggestions are appreciated.