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For decades, citizens around the Catawba River Basin have been cleaning up their river, lakes, creeks, and streams to make sure their waterways look beautiful, are safe for swimming and fishing, and are free of pollution.

I'm snacking on jerky as I walk. I see pheasants flush. I smell fishy water. My senses are content. The two-track becomes one and I keep walking with my fly rod in four short pieces so I can pass through tall grass and even taller sagebrush with ease.

I learned how to fly fish with my grandfather on the Gallatin River here in MT, and he would always cross a field to get to the spot that he had fished for over 40 years. As he aged, wading up the river became more dangerous, so crossing that field was his only way to get to his spot. When he was 80 years old, a hand for the owner of the property kicked him off, and effectively ended his fly fishing career. I felt like I was reading his story here, and it is such a sad story that is happening far to often anymore. Thank you for telling this.

I'll bet they'd let you keep fishing. Knock on their door (or look up tax records to find land owner) and as for permission. Has worked for me 9 out of 10. People really appreciate it and are friendly. This approach helps all of us in the long run. Good luck

Access to fishing and hunting opportunities are, to me, the biggest reason to resist all attempts to turn over federal lands to the states. States do not have the long term determination to protect and manage these lands in times of economic stress. The pressure to sell or deal them away is too great. When public lands are no longer public - get used to "No Trespass" signs.

The fountain springs of the Severn and the Wye are less than a mileapart on the long slope of Plinlimmon. The one flowing north-east, theother south-east, there is little to choose between them as they fumeand fret in their sombre mountain cradles or sparkle among the narrowstone-walled meadows, the little white-washed sycamore-shaded homesteadsof the upland farms. The Wye has greater things in store for her thaneven the wild foothills of Plinlimmon as she dashes off into themountain gorges of Radnorshire and Brecon. But the Severn, thoughflowing always from source to mouth through a landscape consistentlyfair and often striking, seldom rises to{9} the level maintained by heryounger sister for more than half of her journey to the sea. The Severn,called hereabouts the Hafryn by the Welsh, may be said to emerge intocivilization near the little Montgomeryshire town of Llanidloes, notedfor its sheep fairs and its fish poachers. Here it meets, to follownorthwards the only railroad which even now links North and South Wales.This will have brought with it over the wild heathery moorland watershedbetween Wye and Severn, where dark brooding hills enclose the region ofPant-y-dwr (Hollow of the waters), the brown streams of the Tylerch. TheClywedog meeting the other two just below their junction, the Severn nowbecomes a lusty little river, brawling incessantly upon a wide stonybed.

Swishing silently onward between its high, monotonous banks of red earthand green tufty turf and unaspiring willows; stirred perhaps once a dayby a trail of steam-dragged barges, but otherwise noiseless always,unless for the occasional plunge of a fish on its reddish-brown surface,the Severn rolls towards Gloucester through a fat and{35}

They combine the clearness of a mountain stream with only a degree morecurrent than the slow-running rivers of central or eastern England. Theysavour, in short, of the unexpected. There is no stir nor movement ofwater on the hillsides, as in Wales or Devonshire, to suggest thenatural corollary of a clear torrent in the valley below. The hillshere, though graceful and delightful in their peculiar way, are morewaterless than any clay ridge in Northamptonshire or Suffolk, forreasons already given. Nor does the chalk stream usually run like awestern river. It moves at most times but little faster than the riverson which men go boating or float-fishing for roach. Its environment issmooth, its course is peaceful, and its fall gradual. It is all thisthat gives the flavour and charm of the unexpected, when you{66} arrive atthe bank and find a stream gliding past your feet as translucent as ifit had just gushed out from a limestone mountain in Cumberland.

The Chalk Stream gives best evidence of its quality in being the naturalhome of the trout and grayling, fish that do not often flourish in, andare never indigenous to, slow-running streams of other than chalkorigin. There are two Avons in Wiltshire which illustrate the contrastto perfection: the one which runs westward through the fat pastoralregions, the clays and greensands of north-west Wilts towards Bath andBristol; the other, which rises in the Marlborough Downs, and cutsthrough the heart of Salisbury Plain, as translucent as a mountainstream. The last alive with lusty trout; the other, which moves slowlywith murkier current over a muddier bottom, breeding only coarser fishand belonging to another family of rivers.

A river too, above all a chalk stream, cannot possibly be dissociatedfrom its fish. It is perhaps hardly too much to say that the waters ofRamsbury and Littlecote, always, however, most strictly preserved, haveenjoyed for all time that matters a reputation for trout in point ofnumbers, quality, and undoubtedly size unsurpassed in England. A troutof 19 lbs. was once taken from the Kennet, and several have beenregistered of from 14 lbs. to 17 lbs.{71}

Perhaps what greatly helps in giving some especial charm to the Wileyvalley are the fine unimpeded vistas all up and down it, which itaffords the traveller at each little rise he mounts on one or other ofthe valley roads that lie along the toes of the down. Nor is any otherstream coming out of the Wiltshire chalk quite so translucent, I think,as the Wiley. Most of the river, so far as the fishing is concerned, isheld by a famous Angling Club that many years ago migrated here from theKennet at Hungerford, and whose fortunate members hail from every partof the south of England.{83}

The little town of Totnes, where those celebrated tidal reaches, towhich the Dart owes perhaps a somewhat disproportionate measure of itsfame, begin, is about the most picturesque inland town in{168} a county byno means architecturally rich in this particular. With its castle, itsquaint and steep narrow High Street climbing from the river levelthrough an embattled gateway, its penthouses and fine church, Totnes hassomething to show on its own account to the great numbers of people whocome here for the sole purpose of making the beautiful trip by steamerto Dartmouth. There are still, moreover, in Totnes, some fine old houseswhere its merchants dwelt when Devon did such a roaring trade with theNewfoundland fisheries and the Mediterranean in the seventeenth century,to say nothing of a little profitable buccaneering, when the Spaniardswere so well worth robbing, and the beard of their king requiring to beso frequently singed.

From Arundel bridge the river runs a navigable course through saltmeadows for some seven miles to its mouth at Littlehampton with noappreciable widening of its channels. The Arun above Arundel and all theway up past Amberley is a noted haunt of the humbler class of Londonanglers, whom the railroad, for a quite trifling sum, brings down hereby hundreds. At intervals along the banks for miles you find the patientbream-fisher from the East End, having spent the night often beneath thesky, watching his float throughout the day with unremittingconcentration.

The ruins of the Abbey, lifted on a gentle elevation about a hundredyards from the rapid amber streams of the Wharfe, possess every charm ofsituation that one would wish for in a relic of the great days ofecclesiastical predominance with all its powers for good and evil, itsscorn of concentration in crowded haunts, its eye for the beautiful andthe remote, and for romantic streams where toothsome fish abound. 006ab0faaa