114 FISHING WITH THE FLY. 



skilled fisherman, or even a scientist, were to receive one 

 of these fish from, say Quebec, he could hardly distin- 

 guish it from the veritable Salmo solar, though it bears 

 even a more exact resemblance to the salmon of Frazer 

 River, British Columbia. 



I am told that this red trout will rise to the fly, but 

 I cannot vouch for the fact, as all we took were captured 

 with bait or spoon. 



A rather curious, though frequently occurring, thing 

 happened one evening as we were all fishing, with our 

 boats not more than fifty feet apart. I had hooked, 

 and was playing a medium sized speckled trout, when 

 it was seized and gorged by a sixteen-pound salmon 

 trout. I realized the situation instantly and gave 

 line freely, so as to allow the poacher lots of time 

 to swallow his stolen prey. The rifle was in the 

 other boat, and I asked the boys to come alongside, as 

 we should probably have to use cold lead, the fish being 

 too large for our landing nets. By the time they were 

 in position, about sixty feet of my line had gone slow- 

 ly out, and I judged that the large fish had got the 

 small one fairly in his stomach. I then began to reel 

 in very gently, and was surprised to find that the big 

 trout followed my lead with great docility until I had 

 brought him quite near the surface. Then he became 

 alarmed and dashed off — a proceeding to which I made 

 no resistance, as I feared pulling the bait from his 

 throat. Being apparently satisfied that all was right, 

 my unknown friend soon became quiescent, and I could 



