THE ANGLER AND HUNTSMAN 11 



As to dry-fly fishing, while it has been an art long 

 practiced in Europe it is a sad commentary on our angling 

 progress when we say that until recently dry-fly fishing 

 in this country had not found popular favor. This is said 

 to have been due to the fact that wet-fly fishing in our tur- 

 bulent streams had met with so much success that new 

 methods and new tackle were not needed or desired. Tie 

 your dry-fly in exact imitation of the winged insects. 



A Day With The Wily Black Bass: 



Memory harks back to a day in early springtime 

 when we journeyed forth in quest of the sport royal. With 

 well-filled fly-book, as well as a few nice live minnows in 

 our minnow-bucket, we stealthily crept to the old mill-dam 

 before the rising sun had dared show golden rays over the 

 eastern hilltops. 



Oh, how bracing was the early morning air on the riv- 

 er! Put new life into a fellow. Made one's blood fairly 

 tingle. 



Soon, we were casting right and left, first trying the 

 minnows. After thirty minutes casting with live bait with- 

 out a strike, we decided to get out our brand-new fly-book 

 and make an offering of choice specimens thereof to the old 

 wily fighter of the mill-pond. Perhaps, if he was not real- 

 ly hungry, he would strike at an attractive lure through 

 pure viciousness, for which he is noted in the realm of 

 things aquatic. 



Our surmise did not work out, at least not at first. The 

 old stand-by, "Jock Scott," utterly failed in its mission; 

 ' ' Lord Baltimore" was also completely ignored by the sulk- 

 ing bass. We then tied on a "Royal Coachman" and 

 awaited anxiously for results. Nothing doing. We were 

 dismayed, but still determined so wo tried a "Grizzly 

 King", and, casting well out, let it light gently upon .the 

 water with a slight jerk, reeling in rather hurriedly and 



