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muscular, however, and the flesh is a trifle dry. I 

 did not find it so palatable as that of the Atlantic 

 salmon of Quebec. The local anglers, used to the 

 fish, do not much prize it or indeed any fish once 

 it has come to the basket. To strangers who see the 

 species for the first time, the short, thick, sturdy, 

 muscular, little salmon appears to be as delectable 

 as any fish. 



Oregon has found fame in wheat, in apples, in 

 many other things. In a mild way something is 

 known in the angling world about the steelhead 

 angling of the Rogue River and other Oregon 

 streams, but thus far the sport has been rather 

 local. Once its fame becomes generally known, the 

 Rogue River ought to be one of the select angling 

 waters of all the world. The sportsman of any 

 land who can say that he has to his own rod killed 

 a six-pound steelhead in the Rogue while wading 

 waist-deep is entitled to respect in any group of 

 anglers. Thousands of men have killed their sal- 

 mon skillfully and comfortably and enjoyably, but 

 you will number in less than hundreds the fly-fisher- 

 men who ever have killed their steelhead, fair and 

 square, heel and toe, they and the Rogue River for 

 it, and the devil take the hindmost. If this is not 

 the top notch of fly-fishing for all the world, I do 

 not know where to look for it. 



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