On Fishing

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Brian Clarke. On Fishing

On Fishing. Brian Clarke

Table of Contents

Introduction

One Long Morning

Which Fly, When

A Second-hand Book

A Shattered Dream

Wildlife, the Media and Us

All You Need to Know

Arthur Ransome

Coarse Fish on the Move

Buying Tackle

Dry Fly, Wet Fly, Nymph

Fun in the Grass

Arthur Oglesby

The Weakest Link

Always and Never

Barbless Hooks

Bernard Venables

The Power of the Close-up

Best Day, Worst Day

Big Noreen

Brain-boxes on Fins?

Frank Sawyer and Oliver Kite

The Man Who Dressed as a Tree

A Definition of the Impossible

The Beatrix Potter Syndrome

Fishing at Night

Flies, Hooks and Leaders

The Lady Gives it a Go

Fred Buller

Getting Stocking Levels Right

Stalking Fish on Lakes

Giving Logic a Chance

Chub, Dace, Roach, Barbel

Halford and the Dry Fly

John Goddard

Just Going Fishing

Life and Death in the Arctic

A Perfect Day

Making Fishing Too Easy

Morality Tale

Size and Relative Size

Reet Queer Trout

My Way with Carp

Need, Ego and Addiction

Grafham – and Alex Behrendt

Pig Eats Rod

Sex in Angling

Skues and the Nymph

Staying Silent and Still

Strike Indicators

Swans

Tench on a Fly

The Arte of Angling

Reading the Rise

The Boatman

The Dame and the Treatyse

The Dry Fly on Lakes

The Falklands

The Grannom and the Mayfly

The Hair Rig

The Itchy Wellie Factor

Francis Maximilian Walbran

The Otter

The Professor’s Big Trout

The Benefits of an Aquarium

Too Many Deaths

Which Fish Fights Hardest?

Promises, Promises

Champion of Champions

Yippee!

Faked Orgasms

Angling and the Future

Index

Acknowledgements

BY THE SAME AUTHOR

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About the Publisher

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SOMETIMES, when sitting out there by the river alone, especially at dusk, I begin to fold into myself and my thoughts. Then even thinking fades away. I seem to liquefy, to melt into the physical world shawled about me, to dissolve into the water’s curlings and slidings, its soft easings and crinklings, its twiddling little vortices and its washes of light. I go, though not consciously, to some other place.

Later, as if unprompted, the world takes form again, sounds separate and become distinct again and I look at my watch. Ten minutes, 15 minutes, 20 minutes, an hour. I do not know where I have been, but it has been somewhere deep down and I suspect far back, perhaps near that place where everything began.

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A Perfect Day

Making Fishing Too Easy

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