TROUr OF MOUNTAIN STREAMS 



The angler always finds that each and every 

 trout born in these trembling, chilling waters is 

 full of fight to the last, and often outwits all 

 endeavors at capture. 



In the broadening stream that, strengthened by 

 additional tributaries, grows proudly into some- 

 thing more like a river, where from the banks 

 fishing cannot readily be done, the silent, quick- 

 moving canoe can be used. As it glides on its 

 way, one watches for either a deep pool, or, per- 

 haps, is fortunate in locating a spring hole, where, 

 if the sun shines brightly, an army of feeding 

 trout can be seen. The canoe can be held quietly, 

 protection gained from the growth of bushes or 

 long grasses of the banks, and the place well 

 whipped. The splashing of the trout that rise to 

 the flies only seems to incite their comrades into a 

 frenzy of biting, and excellent sport is the result. 

 Every section of fishing country abounds in such 

 mountain streams, all in a way different, each 

 bordered about by purple hills, each one having a 

 familiar look, each appealing strongly to the 

 angler through inviting pools, rapid waters, and 

 still-flowings, all abounding in the same marvel- 

 lous, dainty, strong, beautiful, fickle, elusive, 

 tempting, wonderful, and fascinating form of life, 

 well known as the brook beauty. 



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