FEEDING TIME
It was just past noon and I sat on a rock eating my sandwiches when my attention was taken by a trout that was rising as he cruised round the little bay. He seemed a big fish, and I watched for a while to see where he was going before reaching for my rod. A little breeze helped me to get a long line out and the fly floated on the surface as I waited for the trout to come round and complete again his elliptical course. He rose to my left once, twice, and the rises were about five yards apart. When my hand was slackening its grip on the rod, for I thought he had passed, lie came up, sucked the fly in and plunged to the bottom. There was no opportunity of playing him. He shook his head twice and the line went slack. The rises ceased. I turned to find a sheep about to eat the remainder of my sandwiches. It was feeding time for man, beast and fish!
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