"TO PLEASE THE TROOTS" - Sam McMillan was a fine fisher, who came from Langholm and spent the last 15 years of his life in Galashiels. There was a pawky humour about him, he could tell some grand fishing stories, and was the very best of companions on a riverside excursion. I remember coming on him one day at Neidpath (Yair) when he was taking off his waders, On asking him how he had got on, he said "Aboot six pund o'troots." I asked him what he had killed them with, and he replied,"there's ma strap lyin'there,Sandy." I examined it and said, Ye dinna mean to say, Sam, ye killed six pund wi' flees like thae?" And Sam answered, "I dinna dress ma flees to please men, Sandy, but to please the troots."