The Story of a HareTregarthen, J. C. (John Coulson)
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The Story of a Hare
Tregarthen, J. C. (John Coulson)
Hares -- Fiction
He took his position on the turfy bank over against the leveret, and at
once began whipping together the three pieces of the rod he had removed
from the cloth case, working with extreme haste as if he feared that the
fish would cease to rise before he was ready. When the joints were
securely tied, he fixed the reel, ran the line through the rings, and
attached the cast with coch-y-bondhu for end fly, and red palmer for
dropper. Surely he is too impatient to soak the gut before casting; no,
he flings it into the little creek at his side and, to kill the time of
waiting, paces nervously up and down the bank. After four turns he took
up the rod and began casting, the flies falling lightly on the rippled
surface. At the third throw he was fast in a fish, but just failed to
steer it clear of a bed of weeds for which it made, and consequently
lost it. At the very next cast, when the flies fell close to the hatch,
he rose and hooked a bigger fish. This leapt out of the water and broke
its hold. He was much vexed, as the suddenly compressed lips showed, but
as he was about to give vent to his feelings a still larger fish rose
under the bank, close to the leveret. This sight checked the word on the
very tip of his tongue. The cast, a long one even from the edge of the
bank to which he now moved up, was rendered difficult if not impossible
by the withies, which twice caught the tail-fly at the beginning of the
forward cast and as often caused the Squire to give utterance to a
monosyllable delivered with staccato sharpness. At length he succeeded
in clearing the withies and getting the line out to its full length. It
was a good, clean cast, and would have been perfect had the pool been a
yard wider; as it was, the coch-y-bondhu caught in the rushes and,
despite the coaxing treatment to which the Squire subjected it, refused
to come away, the only result being to alarm the hare and raise the ire
of the angler. Worse was to come; for presently the trout, which kept
rising with irritating persistence, seized the dropper, hooked itself,
and in the violent struggle that followed broke the tackle and got away
with the red palmer in its jaw.
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