The Land of the Winanishe 



fly down the sharp pitch at the lower end 

 of the slide, strike the water with a thud 

 like a cannon-shot, and go jostling each 

 other down stream. A mass of swirling 

 logs circling round the eddies, racing down 

 the rapids, and spoiling the fishing, is not, 

 however, a pretty sight for the angler. 



The Carcajou Pool, so called after some 

 legendary wolverene, is half-way up the 

 rapid, just below a considerable fall. Fish- 

 ing from the large flat rocks is a pleasant 

 change from the canoe ; for one need not 

 be an expert to stand upright, even when 

 the waves come knee-deep over them. 

 Sometimes a long cast is made for a fish 

 rising far out, sometimes the fly is dropped 

 perpendicularly from a high rock into a 

 snug corner where the constantly recur- 

 ring tail shows a winanishe " at home." 

 The fish here are large, as a rule. If you 

 miss them, or whip the pool too much 

 when they are not taking well, they soon 

 get to know the line. Winanishe thus 

 educated will rise in numbers all round 

 your fly, curiously inspect every new one 

 you try, but refuse them all. Then is the 

 time for leaders of the finest gut, and the 

 delicate hand which can send a tiny 

 cocked-winged " dun " floating down the 

 stream as naturally as the genuine article. 



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