tired him.'

For flies--chub will rise greedily at any large palmers, the larger
and rougher the better. A red and a grizzled hackle will always take
them; but the best fly of all is an imitation of the black beetle--
the 'undertaker' of the London shops. He, too, can hardly be too
large, and should be made of a fat body of black wool, with the
metallic black feather of a cock's tail wrapped loosely over it. A
still better wing is one of the neck feathers of any metallic-plumed
bird, e.g., Phlogophorus Impeyanus, the Menaul Pheasant, laid flat
and whole on the back, to imitate the wing-shells of the beetle, the
legs being represented by any loose black feathers--(not hackles,
which are too fine.) Tied thus, it will kill not only every chub in
a pool (if you give the survivors a quarter of an hour wherein to
recover from their horror at their last friend's fate), but also,
here and there, very large trout.

Another slur upon the noble sport of chub fishing is the fact of his
not being worth eating--a fact which, in the true sportsman's eyes,
will go for nothing. But though the man who can buy fresh soles and
salmon may despise chub, there are those who do not. True, you may
make a most accurate imitation of him by taking one of Palmer's
patent candles, wick and all, stuffing it with needles and split
bristles, and then stewing the same in ditch-water. Nevertheless,
strange to say, the agricultural stomach digests chub; and if, after
having filled your creel, or three creels (as you may too often),
with them, you will distribute them on your way home to all the old
women you meet, you will make many poor souls happy, after having
saved the lives of many trout.