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 77
... better than palmers . Perhaps the cause of this may be , that many rivers and small trout streams are bordered with trees , which overhang them , and from which drop the insects that the palmers imitate . " -T . C. Hofland . " When a ...
... better than palmers . Perhaps the cause of this may be , that many rivers and small trout streams are bordered with trees , which overhang them , and from which drop the insects that the palmers imitate . " -T . C. Hofland . " When a ...
Side 83
... better send him a telegraphic message , which was accordingly done by striking the rod with a key . The first few strokes seemed to make little or no impression , but presently he convinced us that he was still there , although we had ...
... better send him a telegraphic message , which was accordingly done by striking the rod with a key . The first few strokes seemed to make little or no impression , but presently he convinced us that he was still there , although we had ...
Side 92
... better than a larger number , since these large fish are difficult to control when first fastened . They then naturally make for cover , and a second fly in- creases the danger of a foul . Sometimes , it is true , a small fish on the ...
... better than a larger number , since these large fish are difficult to control when first fastened . They then naturally make for cover , and a second fly in- creases the danger of a foul . Sometimes , it is true , a small fish on the ...
Side 93
... better than a feast . During the first week , of June , 1883 , I divided my fishing between the Magalloway River , above Parma- cheene Lake , in Maine , and the Lake itself . In a lovelier sheet of water than the latter never did angler ...
... better than a feast . During the first week , of June , 1883 , I divided my fishing between the Magalloway River , above Parma- cheene Lake , in Maine , and the Lake itself . In a lovelier sheet of water than the latter never did angler ...
Side 96
... better , than in the month last named . But it may be they do not bunch in June as they do in September , or per- haps not in the same places , though even this was not the case in the waters before referred to . Therefore , though it ...
... better , than in the month last named . But it may be they do not bunch in June as they do in September , or per- haps not in the same places , though even this was not the case in the waters before referred to . Therefore , though it ...
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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.