136 Trails to Woods and Waters 



by some bushes, for an hour one twilight, 

 while we watched Bruin fishing. He took 

 his fish just as a raccoon would, crouching 

 above the pool, with his paw in readiness, until 

 some luckless trout swam to the surface for a 

 fly or miller. The stroke was so quick that 

 we did not see it, but we did see the trout that 

 went spinning into the bushes, and we also 

 saw the " smile " on the bear's face, as he 

 lumbered off with his prize. The guide told 

 me that many of the big cats also fish in the 

 same manner. 



