Angling holidays; in pursuit of salmon, trout and pike, by C. W. Gedney [book]

Charles William. Gedney
1896 unpublished
WINCHESTER OLD BARGE 162 CANTERBURY STOUR 165 ANGLING HOLIDAYS IN SCOTLAND 167 908714 14 tically fixfd, tliat tlie owner was imposed upon, and he lias sent the bird to be stuffed as a memento of a very remarkable capture ! I hope he won't see this confession, but should he do so, I trust that he will acquit me of any knowledge of the aifair, until a week after it occurred, when the hoax was common talk amongst " the boys," and I became aware of it by being asked whether I had shot the bird for
more » ... ike. My jealous neighbour has had a bad time of it, for he has seen a twenty-eight pounder killed under his very nose this week, and also seen the opposition boat going home with two, three, and four fish each evening, while his total score for the week has been one poor little grilse, and that taken with a trailing spoon ! No wonder he is sour, because you can forgive a man anything else in the world except catching more fish than you do. By the way, my faithful henchman cooked me a fish dinner the other day in a fashion which must be at once the oldest-and it certainly is one of the best-known methods of roasting. Having excavated a round hole in the earth, and paved it^i th pieces of rock, a turf fire is lighted on the stones, and others were arranged around like a grotto to get heated as the fire burnt up. Whilst the fire was going on, a couple of handsome trout, of lib. and 21bs. respectively, were carefully rolled up separately in well-buttered paper. The oven being hot enough, the red-hot embers were taken offi the stones, and the trout placed upon them. Other hot stones were placed artistically round the fish-without pressing on them-the burning embers of peat were placed around the cairn, and we Aveiit away to catch more fisĥ \li^ist the cooking was in progress. A flight of teal comc^i swishing past us as we push oft' from our " dissolute island," as Mike called it, and a charge of No. 5, from the " full clioke," stepped the flight of one of the travellers. He was only winged, however, and by the time he had been bagged shouts from the cook announced that the meal was ready. And what a feast for a king it was! Those trout were simply done to perfection, and when eaten wdth oaten scont^s and butter, washed down with Guiness's bottled stout, he would be a dainty man who, after a hard morning's fishing. 15 from r to 12, did not do ample justice to such a feast. Mike has been fed upon trout, salmon, and eels all his life, and he, therefore, preferred to fall hack upon our potted wares. I'lrst he tackled a tin of sardines, and having-disposed of the whole lot satisfactorily, I passed him over a pot of Crosse and Blackwell's highly-seasoned potted game. He toyed with this a hit at first, not being quite sure of his ground, hut eventually, to my amazement, I found that he had raked out the contents into a plate, and was disposing of it in " chunks " about the size of small potatoes. He had by this time eaten about two pounds of bread, but he still looked wistfully at the provision basket, and I, therefore, gave him another course. This time it was an oaten scone of lib. and four hard boiled eggs, two of them being turkey's, and his face expanded with a grin so broad that it made his ears hang down. Mike having finally exhausted the provisions, without having exhausted his appetite, went to the water's edge and, lying down, put his face in the river, and took, a long drink by way of topping np his meal. My faithful henchman, however, is by no means a
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