SECRETS OF THE SALMON 



had been on the reel for six years; I never expected 

 to get out so much line. The line was oiled and 

 floated on top of the water. Mr. B. rushed after 

 it, picked it up and tied it to the end of his salmon 

 line and reeled the knot down the guides and, by 

 very skilful work, managed to land the fish and 

 return me my line and leader. I never had that 

 experience before. 



That day's catch was about forty fish for the 

 six rods, but we did not have them all together at 

 one time for a photograph, as the men had put the 

 morning's catch in the ice-house. 



The next day was clear and hot, but we secured 

 a good catch just the same of twenty-seven fish. 

 The big bunch of fish was far more scary and diffi- 

 cult to raise as the four boats near them kept them 

 nervous. I have no doubt a single canoe, sixty or 

 seventy feet away at the side, could have continu- 

 ously hooked fish, with well placed flies. 



We parted from our new friends with the most 

 cordial feelings and requests on their part to return 

 another time. No party could ever have been more 

 generously treated and entertained and we can- 

 not thank them enough for giving us this oppor- 

 tunity to test my dry-fly methods where there was 

 an abundance of fish. I have always thought 



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