CHAPTER III.

SOME DRY FLY MAXIMS.

IT would ill become a humble follower of the art to enter into a

minute description of the various methods of casting, seeing that the

subject has been so fully thrashed out by Mr. Halford, in his "Dry Fly

Fishing"; mere repetition would be both wearisome and valueless. If

anyone needs instruction on the subject, let him turn to that volume,

and read, mark, and learn. It seems to me, however, that a correct

style can best be obtained by accompanying and watching a really

competent fisherman. No amount of book reading will secure this, and

as in all kindred sports, practice, and intelligent practice, is

absolutely necessary if the tyro would aspire to any excellence. The

art of fishing the floating fly is not one that will admit of any

mediocrity. It requires and demands such accuracy, such co-ordination

of delicacy and strength, that mediocrity is impossible.

A few points may, however, be discussed with advantage. First, and

foremost, do not be ambitious as to the length of line you can cast,

or the amount of water you can cover. Be content, rather, to fish

with just that length of line that you can control with ease and

accuracy. In the actual act of casting never sway the body; keep the

trunk rigidly still, never let your hand, in the backward cast, go

beyond a vertical point above your shoulder; keeping the elbow near

the side, get all the work you can out of the rod; it will do all that

is required of it so long as you do not over-cast with it. Watch the

expert angler; how easily he works his twenty yards of line; there is

an entire absence of all effort; it looks as easy as shelling peas.

The beginner or duffer will invariably put too much effort into his

cast; he will not allow time for the line to extend itself behind him;

he will bring his hand so far back that the fly will be hung up in

the grasses or bushes behind him, and the force of his forward cast

will make the line cut the water like a knife, and the fly will be

delivered in the midst of a series of curls of gut, presenting anything

but an attractive appearance to the fish. The movement of the hand in

an accomplished fisherman is singularly slight; I doubt if it ever

traverses much more than twelve inches from the vertical position.

Rest content with the ordinary overhead cast until you are an absolute

master of it. When this desirable result is accomplished, there are one

or two casts well deserving of care and attention. One in particular

you should seek to accomplish--viz., the cast into the teeth of an

adverse wind. Recollect that, under those circumstances, you can

usually approach much nearer to fish than when the wind is up stream or

non-existent; therefore you can use a shorter line. The cast is called

the "downward" cast, and is really very simple. The backward part is

the same as in ordinary casting, but in the forward delivery the hand

traverses a much greater angle, and at the finish the rod point is near

to the water. At the moment of delivery the elbow is brought up level

with the shoulder, the thumb is depressed, the knuckles being kept

uppermost. The resultant effect is that the line cuts straight into

the wind, and is little affected by it. In a foul wind flies cock and

float more easily than in a down stream wind; so this, at any rate,

is in your favour. Yet one more style of casting should be practised.

I have found it invaluable when awkward trees have been overhanging

my own bank. It is what is called by salmon anglers the "Spey Cast."

Inasmuch as it avoids the necessity of bringing your line behind you,

its value is self-evident. This is the method of the cast: Having got

out as much line as you think you will need, get it out up stream of

you, bring the fly quickly towards you out of the water, allow the fly

just to kiss the water when it is just level with you, the curve of the

line being down stream of you, then, with a similar kind of action to

that advocated for the downward cast, your line will be sent forward

in a series of coils to the desired spot. It is always worth trying

and may secure you a good fish, one perhaps that others have passed by

as unapproachable, and which may thereby have acquired a confidence

that may be misplaced. This form of casting is much easier in salmon

fishing, as you are then fishing down stream, and the water extends

and straightens your line for you. It is, however, quite easy of

accomplishment, with a moderately short line, in up stream fishing.

Mr. Halford, in "Dry Fly Angling," p. 62, describes a cast which

he terms the "Switch Cast," and it is one which, though difficult

of acquisition, will accomplish the same object. He says, "It is

accomplished by drawing the line towards you on the water, and throwing

the fly with a kind of roll outwards on the water--in fact, a sort of

downward cast; the possibility of making the cast depending upon the

fly being in the water at the moment the rod point is brought down,"

&c. Personally, I should prefer the Spey cast, and inasmuch as most

salmon fishermen know something of that peculiar cast, I would urge its

occasional use in dry fly work, more especially having regard to the

fact that fish in such positions have acquired a confidence through

never having been angled for, and therefore there is greater chance

of a somewhat bungling presentment of the dry fly being overlooked.

To describe the Spey cast accurately so as to convey the desired

instruction in such a way that all who run may read, is not by any

means easy; but, as I have before said, it is probably familiar to many

anglers from salmon fishing experiences.

One more thing deserves to be borne in mind: always imagine that the

plane of the water is some foot or so higher than it really is--that

is to say, cast as if the fish, and the water in which it lies, were a

foot higher than in reality. The result will be that your collar will

fall as lightly as gossamer. One of the most proficient manipulators of

the rod and line I have ever seen can pitch a fly, cocked and floating,

almost anywhere within reasonable limits, but his line invariably cuts

the water from point to fly, straight and accurate enough may be, but

like whip-cord. Consequently, he is not the successful angler that his

qualifications entitle him to be. An ordinary fisherman casting a less

straight, but lighter, line will frequently beat him in catching fish.

Our friend would beat most opponents in a casting tournament, but I

would back many that I know against him in filling a creel.

Keep down out of sight, walk and crawl warily, and above all things

avoid walking near the bank edge and unnecessarily scaring fish that

others following you might otherwise have secured.

When trout are "bulging" (that is to say, as every angler knows, when

they are taking the "nymphæ" just below the surface), it is almost

hopeless to endeavour to secure them with a dry, floating fly. The fish

are intent on another kind of game, and are best left severely alone.

Unfortunately, even experienced anglers are apt to be deceived by such

a fish; the rise is often apparently that of a trout at a surface fly;

a little careful observation will, however, convince you that such is

not the case, for no floating flies are passing near him at the time of

his rise. Don't waste another moment upon him, but try to find another

in a more reasonable frame of mind. If all the fish on your stretch of

water seem to be similarly occupied, and you are not willing to wait

until they have decided to make a change of diet, then a gold ribbed

hare's ear may, if fished wet, entice an odd fish, as it somewhat

resembles a nympha.

It is, however, very chance work, as is that of endeavouring to secure

a "tailing" fish with a down stream fly sunk below the surface, and

jerked about in front of where his nose should be. No keen angler would

call this serious fishing--it is a mere travesty of the real sport; but

it may serve to pass the time, and perchance to wile a trout into your

basket. The angler's patience will, however, be far more severely tried

when fish are "smutting." What prophet is there who can tell us what we

should do then? Those abominable "curses," so well named, appear to be

able to baffle entirely the skill of the ablest of our entomologists,

and the ability of our most capable of fly dressers. No lure has yet

been discovered that can have any reasonable hope of imitating them.

To watch a big trout slowly and majestically sail here and there on

a still, hot day, barely dimpling the surface as he sucks down one

after another of these little insignificant "curses," is quite enough

to satisfy you as to the remoteness of your chance of deceiving him.

Nothing that human hands could tie could simulate them. Place in the

track of one of these fish the smallest gnat in your box, attached to

the finest of undrawn gut, delivered with the lightest and truest cast

of which the human hand is capable and, as you watch the fish fade

slowly down into the depths in disgust at the evident deception, you

will realise the hopelessness of your endeavour.

It is an old accusation against fishermen that they are apt to overload

themselves with multitudinous flies, of which perhaps they never try

half; and in this accusation there is a good deal of truth. I recollect

one occasion in particular, when five men sallied forth to fish, and

on their return all more or less bewailed the shyness of the trout,

and each declared that, though he had tried many changes of fly, he

had only found one to succeed. Oddly enough, each man had pitched on a

different fly: they were the Driffield dun, the pale olive, the hare's

ear and yellow, the ginger quill, and the red quill. In each case the

size was similar, viz., 000; but the fact is, that most men have a

favourite fly to which they pin their faith, and to which they give ten

chances for one to the others. There are occasions, of course, where

one fly and only one will succeed.

I well remember one day, on the Tichbourne water on the Itchen, when

that fine stretch of water was simply alive with olives, coming in

droves and batches over the fish, and when it seemed hopeless for

one's poor imitation to succeed, even when put correctly cocked in

front of a batch, or behind a drove, or by itself. The trout were

rising slowly and methodically, letting many flies pass scatheless,

but now and then picking out one without moving an inch from their

position. I tried vainly to discover the method of their madness, and

at last realised that they were selecting from amongst the myriads

of toothsome _ephemeridæ_ floating over their heads a redder-looking

fly. I could not wade, I could not manage to get one with my landing

net, so I put on at hazard a small red quill, with no response; then

a Hawker's yellow got a rise or two, and even deluded a brace of fish

into my creel, and then the glorious rise was over. Next morning, when

whirling back to town, I found myself in a carriage with four or five

anglers who had been fishing the next beat, and the murder was out.

One fortunate man had ascertained that they were taking the ginger

quills, which were very sparsely scattered amongst the olives, and that

information resulted in his taking nine brace of beautiful fish.

But as a rule, it is far more a question of the correct delivery of the

fly than anything else, provided the size be right. For myself, I never

leave a rising fish that I have not scared, unless I am convinced there

is some objectionable and unavoidable drag; sooner or later you will

get him, possibly with the same fly that has been over his head a dozen

or so of times. We are all too ready to resort to a change of fly, and

to leave a non-responsive fish in disgust, in the hope of finding an

easier quarry. My advice is to stick to your fish unless, or until, he

is scared. Possibly the most annoying fish is the one that drops slowly

down, with his nose in close proximity to the fly, evidently uncertain

as to whether or no it is the Simon Pure, until he gets perilously near

to you. Even his scruples may be overcome if he gets back into position

without being alarmed. One of the most successful anglers I ever knew

on the upper Test, who owned a well-known stretch of water, was wont to

sally forth with two rods put up, one of which he carried, while the

other was carried by his keeper. On one was mounted a hare's ear, on

the other a blue dun; and that these flies answered their purpose his

records could testify.

A difficulty that presents itself to the chalk stream angler is the

tendency of fish when hooked and when scared by seeing the angler

to bury themselves in the heavy masses of weed. This has now been

discounted by the modern method of hand lining--_i.e._, spiking the rod

and taking a good deal of slack line off the reel, and then holding

the line in the hand and using a gentle pressure on the fish in the

direction contrary to that in which he went. He usually responds very

readily, and the rod may then be resumed. Indeed, it is astonishing how

fish can be led and coaxed under this influence--the fact being that,

the upward play of the rod always tending to lift the fish out of his

own element and so drown him, he naturally plays hard to avoid this;

take the upward strain off him and he becomes another creature.

Yet another difficulty encountered by the dry fly fisherman is caused

by fish coming short. What angler is there who has not experienced

this annoyance, and how often, as Mr. Halford in his work on Dry Fly

Fishing has noticed, does the angler find that after the first rush is

over and the hook comes away there is a small scale firmly fixed on

the barb, showing that the fish has been foul-hooked? My observations

on this class of rise would lead me to believe that the fish moved to

the fly in the ordinary manner, but that something arose to excite his

mistrust, and that he closed his mouth while the impetus of his rise

broke the water, making the angler think that it was a real rise, so

that he struck, and on his striking the hook took a light hold on the

outside--a hold seldom effective, though most fishermen have landed

fish hooked in such a way. I have generally found in such cases that

a smaller hook has produced a more confident rise, and my experience

would not lead me to endorse Mr. Halford's view that the use of a 000

hook handicaps the angler very heavily. It may do so with the heavy

Houghton water fish, but I have not found it a severe handicap with the

smaller trout--1 lb. to 2½ lb.--of the upper Test and similar waters.

A very keen and expert dry fly fisherman, the late Mr. Harry Maxwell,

one of the best of friends and anglers, once showed me a method of

taking fish lying with their tails against a wire fencing that crossed

the Test at right-angles, the wire moreover being barbed. I was fishing

in Hurstbourne Park, and he was accompanying me, as he often did,

with his field-glass. Below the "cascade" a four or five-stranded

barbed wire fence went straight across the water. Just above it, in

mid-stream, in the stickle, a plump, transparent-looking Test fish of

about 1½ lb. had taken up his position, and was boldly taking every

dun within reach. My friend told me to catch him, and I said at once I

did not know how to do it without getting hung up. He then explained

his dodge, which may be carried out as follows:--Having waded in below

the fish, take some loose coils of line off the reel in the left hand,

then cast well above, and let the dry well-cocked fly float down to

him. If he accepts it and comes down under the fence slack off the

loose coils, get up to the fence as quickly as possible, pass the rod

under and over, and then you are free to play the trout below you. If,

on the other hand, he refuses the fly, do not attempt to recover the

line in the usual manner or you will inevitably be hung up. Simply

lower your rod point to the water, and then the quiet drag of the

stream will bring your cast and fly slowly up and over the fence, even

although the fly had floated a foot or two down-stream and under the

wire. The action is so slow and even that there is no chance of being

entangled in the wires, and as a fish in such a position thinks he

is in possession of a vantage-point, and is seldom fished for, he is

generally a bold feeder. Having explained the method, my friend made me

try the cast myself, and the first fly floating near enough to tempt

the fish was taken boldly; the whole manoeuvre succeeded, and I was

able to land my trout below me. Since then I have frequently made use

of my experience, and with invariable success. If any anglers who are

not aware of this method care to try the experiment they will see how

sweetly the line travels over the fence without the slightest risk of

entanglement.

There is but little doubt that the fly that is kept going catches most

fish. On a seemingly hopeless day an odd fish here and there can be

picked up if really sought for; and on these days the rise, if any, is

so inconstant and so short-lived that it may easily be missed. On such

a day, on the wide shallows of the Longparish water of the Test, three

of us were struggling with the adverse conditions of a lowish river, a

bright sun, and a great lack of duns. We had agreed to meet at luncheon

at about 1 p.m. in the hut on the river's bank. I had found a seat upon

the upturned stump of a tree in mid-stream. There were fish all round

me in the shallows, but all on the bottom, apparently asleep. I knew

that if I left my place and waded ashore I should move them all. I was

enjoying my pipe, and so sat on. The whistles and calls from the hut

passed unheeded, for I had noticed that my friends the trout showed

more signs of animation. An olive or two came down, and gradually the

fish seemed to rise from the bottom and take up their positions. More

calls from the shore. I shouted back to them not to wait, and at length

they gave me up as a bad job.

Soon a fish on my left front took an obvious olive, a pale one, and I

had a pale olive on my cast. Still I waited, and soon the first few

olives were followed by quite a little procession. I then cast over my

fish, and at the first offer he took it. I got him down below me, and

soon netted him out, wading up again most carefully and slowly to my

seat; and from that position, in about twenty minutes, got seven fish

in succession, all taken with the same fly and from the same spot.

They were none of them very big, it is true, but they were all over a

pound in weight. By this time my friends had finished their luncheon,

and came out of the hut just as I was netting my seventh fish. Hastily

getting their rods, they were just in time to get a fish apiece from

the bankside, and the rise was over. Moreover, it was the only rise

vouchsafed to us that morning or afternoon. So that the moral is that

you can never tell when the psychological moment may arrive, and may

easily miss it when it does come if you are lying on your back reading

a novel, or with your eyes anywhere but on the water. One must lunch,

no doubt, but it can generally be best enjoyed in the outer air, where

you can watch the water and the fish whilst enjoying your luncheon and

your rest. And on such inauspicious days do not relax your precautions

in approaching the water, or from nonchalance or weariness allow

yourself to cast carelessly. Your field glasses will often reveal to

you a more likely fish--at the tail of the weed, maybe, or under the

thorn bush on the opposite bank--and it may be worth while to float a

fly over him and give him a trial. If he accepts the offer he is worth

to you several got out under more favourable conditions.

When fish are really smutting, and the water is almost boiling with

rises, the angler's patience is most sorely tried. Nothing seems to

tempt them; the smallest gnats ever tied are far too big. Who will

tell us what to do in such a case? In truth, I know not. All I can say

is that they are in a peculiarly aggravating humour. How vexatious,

too, are the tailing fish, boring their heads into the weeds and

breaking the water with their broad tails--and their tails always look

particularly broad at such times. I have at times caught them with a

big alder, fished wet, and jerked past them when they have finished

for the moment their diving operations, and their heads are up. It is

chance work, and, if not productive of much use of the landing-net,

will serve to pass the time and amuse you; for if you don't succeed in

hooking many you will certainly get an occasional one to run at your

fly, his back fin breaking the water and making as big a wave as if

he were twice the size. In the quick water by the hatch holes on such

a day you may find a rising fish, though when hooked he will probably

prove unsizeable.

Never despair or give it up, unless you are one of the fortunate

individuals who live by their water side, and who can therefore pick

and choose. Where all days are yours it would be folly to persevere on

really bad ones; but most of us are not so favourably situated, and we

have to make the most of the odd chances we get. Therefore my counsel

is to examine and watch the water, and be ever on the alert.

Where Sunday fishing is not permitted, the day of rest always seems

to be the best angling day of the week, and you are tempted to be

annoyed and objurgate Dame Fortune. Even then, if you are a wise man,

you can turn such a day to your advantage by stalking up the water as

carefully as if you were fishing, and by making mental notes that will

very materially assist you on the following day. And if Sunday fishing

is allowed, do not give umbrage to many of the parishioners going to

church by making a parade of your waders and fishing rod. Either get

to your water before church time or else wait till the church bells

are over before you walk along the village street. Busy City men get

scant leisure for sport, and may fairly be excused for utilising their

week-end holiday to the full. Much latitude may be allowed to them in

this respect, provided they are careful not to outrage the religious

feelings of others. A walk along the river bank, enjoying and drinking

in to the full the beauties of Nature and of God's creation, may be as

productive of good to yourself as an indifferent sermon. It depends

upon your temperament and the power that the beauties of Nature have

over your mind. They can preach as eloquent a sermon as was ever

delivered from the pulpit, and may produce in you a frame of mind that

may be of real and lasting benefit to you. No man should be judged

hastily by narrow-minded bigots, or be termed a Sabbath-breaker for so

acting.

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