Piscatorial Impedimenta 
states, and accordingly he came to the 
Nepigon with a corresponding outfit. 
He had a small, short-handled landing 
net, which in Nepigon fishing was 
rather more useless than a soup-ladle. 
In the swift and rather deep waters of 
that mighty river, one of the large, 
muscular trout there taken, would pull 
the angler (if wading) off his feet and 
drown him before the angler could get 
the trout within reach of and into so di- 
minutive a landing-net. And as for his 
creel—you couldn’t crowd an average 
Nepigon trout into one, without first 
raising the lid, and also cutting the 
trout into three or four pieces. Andso 
on throughout pretty much his whole 
list of tackle. Everything was too 
light or too small. The things he had 
i) 
he didn’t want, and the things he 
wanted he didn’t have. I once met 
another party there who went to the op- 
posite extreme. The big stories he 
had heard wrought on his imagination 
until he fitted himself out with a rig 
which would hold a moderate sized tar- 
pon. As he was a man of enough sense 
to accept the inevitable, when he 
couldn't help himself, it did not take 
him long to unload. He gave his big 
sinkers to the Indians to be melted 
down into bullets, lost his ‘ pole” 
while crossing one of the portages, 
threw his big hooks overboard, bor- 
rowed enough from an accommodating 
friend to help himself out, and ended 
up the trip with a good score and a big 
slice of knowledge. 

A Fishing Lodge on Lake Rosseau. 
