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little below where I could use a dry fly along the 

 edge of the current in the smooth water. It was 

 not more than a few minutes before the Judge let 

 out a yell for Mr. B. to come and take his rod and 

 land the fish. I had to get out of the way to let 

 the fish pass down-stream. Before the Judge 

 could get his second rod in action I was in position 

 again and had a fish hooked, which I handed to 

 one of the boys who had come along. 



At this point I had the best record in dry-fly 

 fishing I ever hoped to make; three casts and three 

 fish hooked. Why not? I could see them and 

 there were dozens of them in just the right place 

 to take. The circus went on all the morning with 

 three rods in action nearly all the time. With 

 this light tackle it takes time to land a fish. One 

 of mine ran 600 feet in one run and another went 

 down nearly half a mile and was made to come 

 nearly all the way back by my getting below him; 

 then there were logs and foul-hooked fish, and fish 

 where other fish hit the leader and broke it off. 

 I know I lost five and probably more. I did not 

 care though, as I was too excited and there were 

 plenty more. Finally the game ended with the 

 place all stirred up and no more rises. Seventeen 

 fish we took back in the boats. 



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