Adventure of Captain Potts

I was fishing the V—— one cold day in March. To stand up to one’s hips in water on such a day, wielding one’s rod with benumbed fingers, shows on an enthusiastic lover of the gentle art. And such I was, and for once had got hold of a good time. The water was just the right height and color; the wind was cold, but not too cold for the trout, and blowing down the stream, raising a nice curl on the water, but not strong enough to prevent my throwing my fly right in the teeth of it. I was fishing up the river from Gladwy, and at every other cast I rose a good fish, and generally brought him to basket. After three o’clock they rose no more, and whip as I would I could not stir a fin. I was not sorry then, when the next reach of the river brought me in view of the handsome stone bridge which spanned with V——, and which I knew carried the high road which led to the market town… Read More