Nepigon River Fishing 



ner pipe for comfort, and then a cigar for 

 luxury. As the stars come out, the hours 

 bring cooler air, hinting at a change to 

 thick nightdress and blankets. One of 

 the charms of this woods-life is its simple 

 carelessness as to costume. We delight 

 in remembering the sub-curse, omitted in 

 Eden, but muttered surely by every man 

 since, upon Eve, for inventing or occasion- 

 ing clothes. A trifle of boucane under the 

 tent may be advisable against the first 

 night's flies and then the sleep of the 

 just for the tired, lulled by flowing waters. 



There are two kinds of flies on the Nepi- 

 gon, those that the angler uses and those 

 that use him. The latter enjoy vaseline, 

 suspect pennyroyal, and hate tar, but only 

 retire baffled from veils and gloves. At 

 morning they spread in a gray mist that 

 gives the look to distant bays of reedy 

 marshes. At evening their clusters hang 

 in smoke-like clouds above the tips of 

 pointed trees. They are always feeding, 

 assisted by swarms of common houseflies. 



Of the other kind of flies, the whitefish, 

 very delicately, standing on his tail, asks 

 for a small dark one. Trout are omnivor- 

 ous, with less preference for red. A fly 

 usually more welcome than others to the 

 Nepigon trout, composed on the river after 



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