June 14, 1887
After days of darkness and cold, it would have been unwise not to take the opportunity of going out angling. My equipment and boater were near at hand. I collected my rod, ample of line (should the day prove to be a lucky one) and my favourite fishing fly ‘Black Dog’.
As I sat on a ledge near Spey, the gentle sun and pleasant breeze lifted my spirit. The sun played on the cold and clear water ripples captivating me with the enchanting beauty. Right then, I perceived a nibble at Black Dog. I waited patiently and something took the bait! After a very long struggle and hours in the sun, I landed my fish. Never again have I beheld a brown trout more beautiful! Lifting it, I estimate it to be of more than a pound. Joyous day! By then, the sun had already inclined towards the west and I turned back home with a glad heart.
The fish made an excellent dinner. But it was not cooked until I made a proud display of it to my guests who marveled at the size of my catch.
The day is well-spent. But it could not end like any other day. It called for celebration and I cannot conceive of a better way than serving my guests the whisky which James Mackinlay has so perfectly blended. Everyone seemed merry. Indeed, a bright and sunny day spent angling and ending with my finest whisky cannot but be called the, most joyous day.
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