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made me tingle all over. Mr. B. said they would 

 not take a fly and there was no use fishing for them, 

 so we proceeded to swifter water entering another 

 pool. The second pool was a very deep basin 

 with a very smooth run in it at the top. When we 

 arrived the boat scared the salmon from the upper 

 run and somewhat from the lower run, but I 

 could see several fish under the current along the 

 edge. It was an ideal place to take them with a 

 dry fly. This pool had already been fished that 

 morning with a wet fly without result. The water 

 temperature was seventy-two degrees Fahr. at 

 5 P. M. I called Mr. B.'s attention to a good fish 

 visible along the current and put a gray hackle dry 

 fly over him. He moved his fins and slightly 

 raised his head. I remarked "he will come in 

 a few casts." Mr. B. seemed very sceptical. On 

 the third cast the fish rose, but I struck too quickly 

 and missed him. He moved from his position and 

 a few casts brought him up again, and this time 

 there was no miss. I could not afford to make mis- 

 takes even if I was excited. He rose slowly and 

 I gave him plenty of time and hooked him well. 

 As he ran out I handed the five-ounce rod to Mr. 

 B. and told him to play the fish, which he did with 

 consummate skill and landed him in ten or fifteen 



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