FOREST, LAKE, AND RIVER 



web, denied, in an earnest and outspoken man- 

 ner, any such suggestion. When danger arose of 

 strong phrasing becoming too much of a factor in 

 the discussion, then, like good sportsmen as they 

 were, they quieted down and started another 

 argument. 



My guide was a man who did not know how 

 to drive, and when my destination was reached, 

 told me he had to go back, but would return late 

 in the afternoon, and take me to my transient 

 abode. So I was left alone in a country new to 

 me, but safe, open, and clear. My rod was a fairly 

 light one. I selected for a cast a brown hackle, 

 a Wilson, and a Montreal, — merely to start with. 

 These flies were small in size. 



The river was an easy one to wade, so I started 

 in and secured a desirable position, one where I 

 had a good chance to cast all about. No sooner 

 did the flies touch the water, than I had a rise that 

 argued well of good things to come. I struck the 

 fish sharply, and found him full of fight. His 

 rushes were grand ones, and after he awoke to 

 the fact that he was no longer a free agent, I 

 found he required the little skill I possessed to tire 

 him out, and get him within reach of my hand-net. 

 He proved to be in weight a little over two and a 

 half pounds. 



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