2 SALMON FISHING 



Things looked very hopeless, when in dogged 

 perseverance we put up that tattered and torn 

 old "Jock," which brought us the best fish of 

 the season on a seemingly hopeless day ; or that 

 ragged little " Dusty Miller " which saved a blank 

 by tempting a brace of " springers " to their de- 

 struction. The handling of these well-worn friends 

 carries the mind back to years that are past, 

 and brings again the sweet scent of the pines, 

 the fascinations of the river, the wild beauty of 

 the hills, and kindly thoughts of the friends we 

 have fished with. There is a poetic fancy of 

 feeling about these " lures " that does not pertain 

 to a spinning bait of any description. We linger 

 with fond fingers over the old flies, and feel 

 proud of the sport we enjoyed while using them. 

 It is so different with a beautiful Phantom 

 or deftly concocted spinning tackle. We do 

 not talk so much about them, nor do we tell 

 our friends how many fish of our last season's 

 bag were due to their employment. There is 

 really no need for any such feeling or sentiment, 

 but there it is. 



And yet, after all, what are these beautiful 

 creations of fur, feather, and tinsel? They cer- 

 tainly are not "flies" although for ages this form 

 has been called a "fly? presumably because its 

 shape is the same as the artificial presentment 

 of flies, such as are used for trout and sea trout. 



