It was one of those days of wild exhilaration that every dry-fly man knows, when his sixth sense is wide awake and he can tell by intuition where the next rise will be, when the water seems to palpitate with life and the big fish which have lain hidden all year come up to the top, when the duns float down thick and steady and stand out clear upon the shining water, when the swifts flash by you and every bird sings the roundel of joy. When you know, too, that you will cast right and land right; all the subconscious things that bubble up with blue water and high spirits, and fine weather, and green fields, and green trees, and golden mimulus, and make you want to shout because you are alive and in the open.
Mostyn, you will love it.
I envy you for having a first reading ahead of you.
P
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Trout fishermen revere the trout; trout, on the other hand, unaware of their sublime standing in man's world, revere nothing, including man, a creature they seem to view with special contempt. Nihilism is a rare trait in fish but trout are full of it. The old men liked that.
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