Fishing with the Fly: Sketches by Lovers of the Art, with Illustrations of Standard FliesC. F. Orvis, 1883 - 299 sider |
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Side 11
... look to the river ! Do you mark the regal presence in yonder glinting pool , upon which the sun flashes with an intensity which reveals the smallest pebble on the bottom ? Nay ? You cannot see that salmon , just there at the curl of the ...
... look to the river ! Do you mark the regal presence in yonder glinting pool , upon which the sun flashes with an intensity which reveals the smallest pebble on the bottom ? Nay ? You cannot see that salmon , just there at the curl of the ...
Side 26
... look elsewhere , or wait for a larger school ; but Dick remonstrated , " Man see one fish jump , sir , may be got thousand don't jump , he under . " And Dick was right ; but a very small percentage leap from the water , of which I ...
... look elsewhere , or wait for a larger school ; but Dick remonstrated , " Man see one fish jump , sir , may be got thousand don't jump , he under . " And Dick was right ; but a very small percentage leap from the water , of which I ...
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... look for sea - trout in any considerable numbers before well on into July . Intermediately they are found in tide - water at the mouths of the salmon rivers , and often in such numbers and of such weight as give the angler superb sport ...
... look for sea - trout in any considerable numbers before well on into July . Intermediately they are found in tide - water at the mouths of the salmon rivers , and often in such numbers and of such weight as give the angler superb sport ...
Side 65
... look now and then into our camp . I left our party - breakfast over - at the Sault au Cochon , at about eight A. M. of August 4th . Soon thereafter we set sail and made such progress that a few hours brought us to the mouth of our river ...
... look now and then into our camp . I left our party - breakfast over - at the Sault au Cochon , at about eight A. M. of August 4th . Soon thereafter we set sail and made such progress that a few hours brought us to the mouth of our river ...
Side 67
... looks like old times . " The scales were hooked in his jaw , the index showed three pounds , eight ounces . Our camp is on a sandy point of land around which curves the pool , and from which , for the space of about one- eighth of an ...
... looks like old times . " The scales were hooked in his jaw , the index showed three pounds , eight ounces . Our camp is on a sandy point of land around which curves the pool , and from which , for the space of about one- eighth of an ...
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Side 288 - VENERABLE MEN ! you have come down to us from a former generation. Heaven has bounteously lengthened out your lives, that you might behold this joyous day. You are now where you stood fifty years ago, this very hour, with your brothers and your neighbors, shoulder to shoulder, in the strife for your country. Behold, how altered! The same heavens are indeed over your heads; the same ocean rolls at your feet; but all else how changed!
Side 231 - With yielding hand, That feels him still, yet to his furious course Gives way, you, now retiring, following now Across the stream, exhaust his idle rage; Till floating broad upon his breathless side, And to his fate abandon'd, to the shore You gaily drag your unresisting prize.
Side 256 - I doubt not to catch a brace or two to-morrow, for a friend's breakfast : doubt not therefore, Sir, but that angling is an art, and an art worth your learning: the question is rather, whether you be capable of learning it? for angling is somewhat like poetry, men are to be born so...
Side 256 - Angling is somewhat like poetry, men are to be born so: I mean, with inclinations to it, though both may be heightened by discourse and practice : but he that hopes to be a good angler, must not only bring an inquiring, searching, observing wit, but he must bring a large measure of hope and patience, and a love and propensity to the art itself; but having once got and practised it, then doubt not but Angling will prove to be so pleasant that it will prove to be, like virtue, a reward to itself.
Side 230 - With eye attentive mark the springing game. Straight as above the surface of the flood They wanton rise, or urged by hunger leap, Then fix, with gentle twitch the barbed hook : Some lightly tossing to the grassy bank, And to the shelving shore slow dragging some, With various hand proportion'd to their force.
Side 230 - While yet the dark-brown water aids the guile , To tempt the trout. The well-dissembled fly, The rod fine-tapering with elastic spring , Snatch'd from the hoary steed the floating line , And all thy slender wat'ry stores prepare.
Side 230 - Then, issuing cheerful, to thy sport repair ; Chief should the western breezes curling play, And light o'er ether bear the shadowy clouds. High to their fount, this day, amid the hills And woodlands warbling round, trace up the brooks...
Side 13 - Turkey carpets, to have been expressly designed not to resemble anything in the heavens above, in the earth beneath, or in the waters under the earth.
Side 231 - Behoves you then to ply your finest art. Long time he, following cautious, scans the fly ; And oft attempts to seize it, but as oft The dimpled water speaks his jealous fear. At last, while haply o'er the shaded sun Passes a cloud, he desperate takes the death. With sullen plunge. At once he darts along. Deep struck, and runs out all the lengthened line ; Then seeks the farthest ooze, the sheltering weed.