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record so far as the fishing was concerned. Each had 

 enjoyed his full measure of the grand sport, as was 

 evidenced by the display of the several strings of 

 salmon-colored beauties which hung around the 

 camp-fire. There was not a fingerling in the entire 

 catch. No one had caught a trout during the day 

 of less than four ounces in weight, and very few of 

 that size had been taken. The majority of them 

 ranged between half a pound and two pounds, and 

 the numbers were only limited by the amount of 

 work each had done. My friends, being residents 

 and accustomed to this kind of sport whenever 

 they choose to enjoy it, had not cared to fish all 

 day, and consequently had not taken so many as I, 

 but had taken all they wanted. 



The only man in the party who had anything to 

 regret in the day's experience was Sam. He had 

 started a large bull elk early in the morning and 

 had followed him several miles, but had not been 

 able to get a favorable shot, though he had twice 

 caught sight of him. We all sympathized deeply 

 with him in his misfortune, for Sam is an expert 

 shot with the rifle, and if he had ever drawn a bead 

 on the game we should have had elk steak on our 

 table at the next meal, sure. 



We broke camp early the next morning and pre- 

 pared to start for home, but decided to fish down 

 the creek till near noon before leaving it. We drove 

 down about a mile, when I alighted and started in, 

 the others distributing themselves at other points 

 along the stream. The trout rose as rapidly and 

 gamily as on the previous day, and I soon had a 

 load in my creel that pulled down uncomfortably. 



