“The theory’s simple enough, laddie, we call it a three-fly cast. That’s because ye have a point fly, a dropper and a bob fly, that’s the one farthest from the rod. But ye’ll never catch a thing laddie, ye’ve never done it before.” Alistair Stewart looked shiftily past Jake and Alice around an otherwise empty shop. He reached below the counter and dropped his voice to almost a whisper. He held up a piece of clear plastic shaped like a miniature flying saucer. “Bubble float,” he said with a wink and a conspiratorial smile. “The trout think it’s a bubble an” ignore it and go for the fly. Ye see the beauty of it, the bubble float keeps the fly up and ye just lob it out and pull it in.
“Sounds easy enough,” Jake said.
“Aye, no doubt. But the hard part is not to be seen usin” it. Ye steer cle
