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More top stories. Bing Site Web Enter search term: Search. Other things being equal, it is the shallows that the fish prefer. We see this on rivers. Trout are to be found in canals deep enough for large ships ; but that is because, being there, they cannot help themselves. In a river their prefer- ences are unmistakable. It is not in the deep channels that the wise man seeks them.

A considerable pool in the middle of a river they will not shun, being able, from that ambush, to see all the living dainties that come towards them over the rim of gravel ; but in the very deep channels they are absentees or merely "passing through. They tend towards the deeps when these are the least uncomfortable parts of the water ; but they prefer the shallows at other times. Sometimes, on a midsummer's eve, one goes out to fish all night ; and then, whether the water be a lake or it be a stream, an interesting movement by the trout is invariably noticeable.

They may have been scared from their places in moderate shallows during the day ; but when night has fallen, and they cannot see far into the dusk, they congregate in waters which, in some cases, are hardly more than enough to cover them. Often at that time they come freely at large flies, and at a black moth as readily as at a white one. That is not because they are then indifferent as to their food. It is because colour gradually lapses as the light wanes. If you sit in a garden after sundown, all the hues in it will slowly, slowly, fade, until the laurels, which were green in the light, are dark ; until a rose 84 TROUT FISHING cannot be distinguished from a lily ; until, indeed, there is left only a general black- ness.

That is not because you cannot see the colours. It is because the colours are not there to see. Colours are light, light in subtle distributions among matter ; and when the light goes, colours also gradu- ally cease to be.

That is why in the darkening a black fly is as good as a white one. In the eyes of the trout there is no difference,, Each is only a thing which moves, and therefore seems to live, dimly seen. There is a greater wonder to be pondered by the water-side at night. Why are the fish, among which there may be salmon and sea-trout, gathered so closely in the shallow bays?

Is it for warmth? I do not think so : the deeps, even at midsummer, would be warmer still. I hesitate over my own conjecture ; but it may be given. I think that the fish have come in, out of the current if the water is a stream, to be free from pressure if it is a lake, to bed. They will take a gentle, or a worm, it is true ; but why? A fish snaps at the bait, I think, only when, chancing to run against him, the sunken tackle rouses him from sJeep. Misapprehensions About Light Mr.

IT is generally taken for granted that the light in angling is a highly important consideration. The assumption is reason- able. Fish differ from all other game in respect that in relation to the sportsman only one of their senses, that of sight, seems to be of service. Deer, for example, are at a much greater advantage. If sheep in their neighbourhood are disturbed, the deer know that man is near, and are alert, probably bolting, in a moment. They are quick of hearing, too. If one may judge from the silence which the stalker imposes even when far off, a man's footfall a mile away may be as audible to them as it would be to an Australasian Black listening with his ear to the ground.

Above all, they have a sense of smell extraordinarily acute. If you are to stalk a stag successfully, you must from the very start, which may be three miles out of range, keep to lee of him, which, as the air takes strange turns among the mountains, is no easy matter.

A blunder on the part of the sportsman will enable the stag to scent danger at an incredible distance ; and then, in a double sense, the game is up. Similarly, grouse not only see quickly : evidently they have sharp ears as well. An attempt to shoot them over dogs would not lead to satisfactory results. The birds would usually rise beyond the distance within which it is sportsmanlike to shoot. Then, wild duck : Who that has watched the habits of these attractive birds, a couple of which would so conveni- ently fill the space which at the end of the day is often vacant in one's trout-creel, can question that they are almost preter- naturally equipped for the battle of life?

There are hundreds on or in the immediate neighbourhood of the lake by the side of which these words are written ; but they are practically as safe as they would be if they were on the carefully guarded waters of St.

James's Park. If one lay out all night, armed, among the reeds at the head of the lake, where two streams run in, a brace might be taken from the flight of duck that are often seen there in the morning ; also, it might be possible, at THE LIGHT 89 any time of day, to stalk the wild fowl in a slowly-moving boat with a screen of bushes in the bow ; but the most cunning attempt to get at them in a candid way would be a failure. Wher- ever they may be resting, their position is always such that they are forewarned of your approach from the front, or from the rear, or on either flank.

The trout are in quite different case. They seem not to hear. At any rate, if they do hear, they are never, so far as one can judge, disturbed by noise. They show no sign of alarm when a railway train rushes over a bridge above the stream in which they are lying, or rising ; often they are equally unconcerned amid the loudest peals of thunder. They must, it is true, have the sense of smell.

Only on that assumption is it possible to account for their taking a worm, or a gentle, or a piece of roe, or the grub of a wasp, or that of a stone-fly, in flood water too thick to be seen through ; but their sense of smell seems to be only a guidance 90 TROUT FISHING to their food, not a sense through which they are warned of the approach of foes.

They never fly from a man until they see him. For safety against their enemies, that is to say, trout practically depend upon their eyes alone. After they are hooked, their strength, and the instinct that leads a few of them to run into weeds or other cover, may be of use ; but their eyes are their primary and main defence. It is reasonable to assume, then, that their eyes are sharper than those of most creatures. That being so, it is reasonable that when we go fishing we should be anxious about the light.

What is wanted, it is commonly supposed, is a light that will blot out the rough edges of the tackle, soften down any excess of gaudiness in the flies, and make the lures look natural. What is this light? The answers by any dozen anglers, even if they were men of much experience, would be of striking variety. One would say that a dull day is the best. It is noticeable that Mr.

Disraeli and other novelists who are careful about local colour usually have the sky well clouded when hero or heroine, or both, set out to fish by the banks of some romantic stream. Each of the rest of our dozen witnesses might have a theory of his own.

As a rule it would be a nega- tive theory. It is generally supposed that good sport is not to be had in unmitigated sunshine. At first it may seem presumptuous on the part of a single fisherman to question the opinions of all these twelve gentlemen ; but it is not really so. If all the twelve were of the same mind, the single fisher- man might be considered arrogant ; but, as each of the twelve is assumed to have a theory differing from every one of the others, the criticism is merely a modest contribution of the thirteenth.

There is a general objection to almost all of the theories mentioned. It is that they are based on a strangely unscientific understanding of the nature of light. Take the lanes-of-light notion. It was first stated to me on Clatto, a lake in Fife, by P P - A , a man of exceptional intellect whose attainments in sport and in the criticism of literature are a tradition held in respect and affection at the Universities of St.

Andrews and Edinburgh. Was it possible that this eminent thinker, P. The surmise was disquieting, and I ventured to remark that there was not really any lane of light : the light was all over the water, though only a section of it was seen by us : the same illusion would be always produced by the sun, or the moon, or a solitary star, if the boat happened to be drifting towards the source of light : if it were drifting any other way, there would be no visible " lane of light" at all.

Incredible as it seems, my surmise was not unfounded. My dis- tinguished friend had not been consciously using a figure of speech when he noted the "lanes of light. Just so. Not long afterwards I was with another man on the same lake. It was morning ; the wind was from the east, which, as Fife is on the east coast, was not a bad portent ; we had just begun our first drift. Look round, then. The glare's in front as well as behind. Only part of the truth, however, was revealed in those conversations.

The question to be considered is much less how the phenomena of light impress the angler than how they impress the fish. From the nature of things, a complete solution of this problem is impossible. Even if we could lie under the water and look upwards, we could have no assurance that our vision of things would be identical with that of a trout.

The trout would detect objects that escaped us, and those which were visible to both would be seen differently. The trout could tell a dun- winged fly with a claret body from a dun- winged fly with a red body ; but to the human eye such flies would be much alike from three feet under the surface.

Still, there is a respect in which, looking upwards into the air, the trout and the human observer would be at one ; and this unity is of great importance in relation to the general assumption that 96 TROUT FISHING what the sportsman sees on the water from above the trout sees from below. To a fish or a man looking straight up at noon from a stream or a lake on the equator, there would be a glare ; but it would be the direct glare of the sun itself, not the reflection of its light.

In a water of our own latitudes the sun would dis- turb the vision only when trout or man had cause to look aslant towards some southern quarter. The disturbance might put the man off rising if there were some- thing in the glare which it would be good to snatch ; but it does not seem reasonable to suppose that it would keep down the trout. On the contrary, it should bring him up. Even if a trout can look at the sun as an eagle is said to do, the extreme dazzle of the light must surely blur the shape and colours of a fly ; and if the fish thinks that some object between its eyes and the sun is a desirable insect, surely he must rush at it more rashly than he would rise at a fly floating in a light permit- ting of critical inspection?

However this THE LIGHT 97 may be, the really important considera- tion is that, unless, indeed, there be some- times a mirage athwart the clouds such as there is occasionally in the desert, the surface of the water, seen from below, can never have any glare at all.

From above, a river or a lake is a mirror, reflecting the skies and all that in them is, as well as upstanding objects on the shores ; but from below it is no more a mirror than is a sheet of glass without a backing of silver. Thus, such of the phenomena of light as disturb the angler are not in the consciousness of the trout at all.

To them, saving amid the exceptional circum- stances for which we have made provisional allowance, there is no glare, howsoever fiercely the sun may blaze ; no lane of light, even when their glance is eastward at the dawn ; they never see on the surface the blue reflection of the undimmed sky, or the dingy-yellow of the snow-storm, or the inky - purple of the thunder- cloud.

That would be as empirical as any of the misapprehensions I have endeavoured to explain away. It is rather more than possible that there may be some truth in a few of the accepted understandings on the subject. What that truth may be I will show immediately. For the moment let us note how easily, on such an illusive subject, misapprehensions, which become convictions, arise. Only a few of us have the good fortune to fish continuously for months.

The rest have to be content with a day, or a few days, at a time. In most cases, then, our craft in angling is derived from ex- periences far from complete.

Neverthe- less, it is a settled body of doctrine, of principles unshakably fixed. Our observa- tions by the riverside, or on the lake, are vivid and memorable for their rarity. We had a week, let us say, at Whitsun- tide, and sport was good on all the days but one. What are our recollections? The recollections are in two classes, one of which is vivid in general joy, while the other is vivid in detailed distress. Of the good days we remember how cheerfully the trout rose, where we landed the three-pounder, where the bigger fish broke off, and what merry nights began when we all assembled at dinner ; but whence the wind on these days?

Did the sun shine brightly, or was the sky clouded? Were the days warm, or were they chill? Was the weather fair, or were there showers of rain? Our recol- lections on these points, it will be found, are vague. The sport and the mirth- ful happiness are very fresh memories indeed ; but all we can say about the weather is that, whatever the details may have been, it was certainly exceeding good.

Then, the day when the sport was poor : Ah, there is no difficulty on that score! The morning was promising enough ; but we had not been out for an hour before we discovered that the wind was shifty.

It died down while we were seated at luncheon under that old oak on the meadow near the farmhouse. Then the light clouds slowly thickened until the whole sky was slaty-gray ; and about seven o'clock, just when the evening rise should have come on, the sun flared out angrily among storm - clouds scarlet and green and yellow.

All the time scarcely a trout would rise. Now, not one prin- ciple of angling, but a whole series of principles, naturally springs from the ob- servations of an unfortunate day such as that. The series is, That trout do not rise when the wind is shifty ; that the northerly breeze, especially with sleet on its wings, is bad ; that a languid after- noon following a fresh morning is worse ; and that sport is altogether out of the question when the heavens at sundown are on fire.

The consequence is that when one falls upon such a day again one either puts the rod into its case or uses it THE LIGHT in the perfunctory manner of the hopeless; One does not expect sport, and' does not offer the fish a fair chance to give it.

Such is the genesis of almost all our principles of angling, which, it will be observed, are principles of taboo. It is much easier for any of us to say what weather will not do than it is to say what will ; but are we generally right in our taboos?

I doubt it ; and, as I have made careful experiments, there is cause for the cheerful misgiving. One May afternoon I fished carefully over three miles of well- stocked water, and returned with an empty creel.

There was a little wind from the west, sufficient to make an attractive ripple here and there; but how languid the gray clouds were, and the air how life- less! Suddenly, and without premedita- tion, I said, "Is it really so? Would the sky and the air seem languorous and dull if I had filled my basket to the brim, as a few days ago I filled it on this very stretch?

They may -have been on the sky and in the air ; but they were also, and I think primarily, within, affecting the outlook. Certain it is that my recollections of that day's weather, which, after all, was normal for the time of the year, would, though general, have been wholly favourable had sport been good. Often the gloomy aspect of the weather is only an emotional illusion. If, then, we would be really skilled in the craft of angling, it is necessary that we should be much more careful in our deductions and our inductions than most of us habitually are.

These processes of reasoning are apt to become entangled to our confusion. It has been admitted that there may be some truth in the beliefs that much sport is not to be expected when the water is flagrant in the sunshine ; but this admission is not by any means absolute. Album Reviews Song Reviews.

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