26 MOOSE-HUNTING, SALMON-FISHING, ETC 



Eanger on : but no sign. Then a little longer : 

 still no sign. Now if he is where he generally 

 lies, I ought to start him on the next cast, 

 so I am very expectant. With a 15-yard 

 line I made the next throw, and as I worked 

 it coaxingly towards me, I noticed a curl in 

 the water, like a small wave. " Ah ! old man " 

 (Sol always calls me this), "he's there all right." 

 I gave him a rest, as experience has taught 

 me that the king amongst fish does not like to 

 be hurried too much, if he fails to be hooked 

 on the first rush; so, after waiting a few 

 moments to allow him to settle back to the 

 spot he started from, I put the fly over him 

 again, when he rushed and struck at it with 

 his tail. I saw by this he did not want the 

 fly, so I changed it for a Yellow-leg (yellow 

 body, Turkey wing and jungle), and as soon 

 as this went over him in fact, before it got 

 to him, he sailed after it like an albacore, 

 and was fast. " Well done, old man ! " shouted 

 Sol. " Now we must work him up the stream 

 into deeper and smoother water, or he may 

 take down the river, then our chances of 

 saving him will be slim." So Sol lifted the 

 anchor, and poled up several yards, and moored 



