The old man asked what fly line are you using? Another day he approached what make is that rod? The next time, what fly are you catching on? Here I said take this fly, his face lit up at the thought of all the trout he'd catch, as I handed him a fly. How did it go? I asked when I next saw him. OK he replied, but I didn't catch as many as you do. Early one morning he approached and looked directly into my eyes. You have the look of a murderer today and then smiling, those trout better hide! The following season he declared I now know why you catch so many trout! You must have been a trout in a previous life! That's the only explanation. You know where they are at what depth they swim what they are feeding on you old trout he said, smiling. During the next season he lamented that he'd made nine visits without a catch. That his wife was suffering from lack of trout. Later that day as I handed him two big trout He said, unsmiling, I think I'd better go to church... On the first day of the next season Huw declared that he was 98 years old and looking forward to his century. I was unsmiling at his boast. Later that season I heard that Huw had been found dead in his favourite fishing spot.