MEETING TROUT ON THE "JUNE RISE" 1G3 



bread were always to be bad at Charley's, and bis 

 charges were V2\ cents for meals, and tbe same for 

 lodoino-. 



Tbe two miles of fishing above tbe " Trout-House " 

 led through clearings, and the banks were much over- 

 grown with willows, making it expedient to use bait, 

 or a single fly. I chose the latter : my favorite bug for 

 such fishing being the red hackle, though I am obliged 

 to confess that the fellow who used a white grub gener- 

 ally beat me. 



But the evening episode was only preliminary ; it 

 meant a pleasant walk, thirty or forty brook-trout for 

 supper and breakfast, and a quiet night's rest. The real 

 angling commenced the next morning at the bridge, 

 with a six-mile stretch of clear, cold, rushing water to 

 fish. My old-fashioned creel held an honest twelve 

 pounds of dressed trout, and I do not recollect that I 

 ever missed filling it, with time to spare, on that 

 stretch of water. Nor, though I could sometimes fill 

 it in a forenoon, did I ever continue to fish after it was 

 full. Twelve pounds of trout is enough for any but a 

 trout-hog. 



But the peculiar phase of trout lore that most inter- 

 ested me, was the « run " of trout that were sure to 

 find their way up stream whenever we had a flood late 

 in May or the first half of June. They were distinct 

 and different from the trout that came up with the 

 early spring freshets. Lighter in color, deeper in body, 

 with smaller heads, and better conditioned altogether. 



