PREFACE 



often does most unusual and unaccountable things, 

 some of which will be mentioned in later pages. 

 Perhaps it is because the salmon is away from his 

 natural home in the sea and placed in a confined 

 environment subject to changes from day to day 

 and hour to hour. Perhaps these sometimes get 

 on his nerves. Although I understand him better 

 than most people and am a little like Kipling's 

 captain in "Captains Courageous," who caught 

 more cod than the rest of the fleet because he had 

 a mind like a cod and could think like a cod, I 

 am still far from a complete knowledge of the fish 

 and only write what I have observed and experi- 

 enced, at the request of my friends, for the benefit 

 of brother salmon fishermen who have had so 

 many blank days in low clear water. 



My experiences as related in this volume deal 

 only with salmon of Canadian rivers running 

 toward the Atlantic Ocean, and those of New 

 Foundland. My fishing in Scotland and Wales 

 was limited to one visit, and this was taken before 

 I really knew anything about salmon fishing. 



I have endeavored to furnish as much detailed 

 information concerning tackle as possible, as I 



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