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hooking and bringing out trout every second or third 

 cast. I began casting wide, the school followed my 

 flies. I tried the "Professor's," "Dun's," "Hackle's," 

 "Seth Green," "Governor," and "May-flies," with 

 good success. With one pure " Yellow May " I caught 

 a dozen handsome trout, but in this event the even- 

 ing shadows were fast falling. As they deepened, the 

 "Eoyal Coachman "and "White Millers" were the 

 killing flies. I cast until I could not see where my 

 flies fell, and even then once in a while hooked and 

 brought in a trout. 



I had been thoughtless enough to leave my creel up 

 in the house, never expecting to have this run of good 

 luck. All my trout were taken from the hook and 

 thrown twenty-five feet to shore. I lost many of them 

 in this way. Thirty my friends claimed, yet when I 

 came to count tails, I found forty as handsome trout as 

 ever man wished to see, and all caught from 6 in the 

 evening until dark, about 7.45. I had no net, no creel, 

 therefore had to lead my trout into my hand. The 

 friend at whose house I was staying claims I lost more 

 than I caught by having them flounder off the hook 

 while trying to take them by the gills, and by flinging 

 them ashore. 



I have used flies on this creek many times, but never 

 had such luck before nor since. My experience has 

 been that the fine fancy flies of the eastern streams are 

 useless on these Michigan streams ; the nearer the flies 

 approach to a species of small moth found flitting 



