The Trout 



In the wilds of Canada I have had trout Abundance of 

 rise to my fly by the dozen, day after day, 

 so that all semblance of sport disappeared, 

 and only enough were taken for the frying- 

 pan. In Yellowstone Lake the merest tyro 

 can take the red-throat trout until his arms 

 ache, at any time of day, beneath clouds 

 or sunshine. And In the river below the 

 lake one can stand on the bank in plain 

 sight of the trout, which, with one eye on 

 the angler and the other on the fly, rushes 

 to his doom by snapping up the tinseled 

 lure, contrary to all conventional lore. This 

 Is an extreme case, of course, for the trout 

 are extremely abundant, or were so as late 

 as the summer of 1904. 



One can imagine that in the clear and Scarcity of 

 shallow streams of England, which have 

 been thrashed by the flies of anglers, good, 

 bad and indifferent, for centuries, and 

 where trout are consequently and neces- 

 sarily scarce, or " educated," that they fail 

 to rise — in other words they are not always 

 there. This, I think. Is the reason that dry 

 fly-fishing Is becoming the vogue In that 

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