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or, perhaps, with many fish, on certain days 

 when, although they appeared to be feeding, it 

 seemed next to impossible to induce a rise. 

 Such failures are invariably ascribed to lack of 

 proper imitation usually, colour. Sometimes 

 the angler, if he be an expert fly-tier, sets about 

 fashioning a fly which resembles the insect some 

 particular fish is taking, and, presenting it either 

 at that time or the next day, is delighted to find 

 it taken readily. He is immediately a strong 

 advocate of the theory of colour imitation, but 

 he is sometimes uncertain that another pattern 

 would not have served quite as well. Whether 

 or not the pattern did the killing is really an 

 open question. 



Just above the dam in front of the Spruce 

 Cabin Inn, at Canadensis, on the Brodhead, is a 

 beautiful stretch of flat water where a great many 

 fine fish may always be found. However, they 

 are not always to be taken. Along the bank 

 opposite the road, which at this point is but a 

 few feet from the stream, is a heavy growth of 

 wood. The rhododendron, which is quite thick, 

 throws its roots out from the bank under water, 

 and the interstices between these roots afford 

 fine hiding-places for the fish. At the upper end 

 of the wood, just where a field joins it, there is a 



