American Big-Game Hunting 



morning he said he would go out and catch 

 a string of trout, that we might have a 

 change of diet. He spent an hour and 

 a half at the brook, and returned with one 

 small Rocky Mountain trout, about four 

 inches in length, saying there were plenty 

 of trout, but they were so wild he could not 

 catch them. I had noticed, on crossing the 

 brook, that the fish would run for a hiding- 

 place, being easily frightened; so, after he 

 had exhausted all his art, I said I would try 

 them. With a fish-pole, a brown hackle, and 

 a bit of elk-meat on the point of the hook, 

 I crawled through the grass, and without 

 showing myself, snapped my fly on to the 

 water, felt a pull, and whisked out a trout. 

 I continued my practice until I had all I 

 wanted, and returned to camp, remarking 

 to the cook as I threw them down: 



" Stewart don't know anything about fish- 

 ing; he ought to take some lessons. There 

 are plenty of trout in the brook only waiting 

 to be caught"; which piqued Stewart so much 

 that he sulked for the balance of the day, 

 highly displeased at being beaten by a ten- 

 derfoot at the simple game of fishing. 



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