40 MOOSE-HUNTING, SALMON-FISHING; ETC 



a jump, and merely cleared the water, which 

 evidently showed he was weakening, and as 

 the boat was gradually approaching, I got in 

 most of the line, and was beginning to be 

 hopeful. Sol proposed our landing, as he had 

 stopped running, and that would give us a 

 better chance of gaffing him without so much 

 strain on our light trout-gear, or danger of 

 tearing out the fly when getting him to the 

 boat. 



Accordingly, we poled to the shore. I got 

 out and went up the bank. Sol did also, but 

 waited with gaff in hand, ready to meet the 

 salmon when I worked him into shoal water. 

 To do this I continued walking back from 

 the shore, drawing the fish very gradually 

 towards it. Presently I had him where he 

 began to kick, when Sol sprang into the 

 water, thrust the gaff into him, and he was 

 soon kicking in the bushes. Hurrah ! hurrah ! 

 hurrah ! It is not all hard luck. This one 

 weighed 10^ Ibs., one of those thick, plump 

 fellows that, when in the pan nicely cooked, 

 makes a man hungry, whether he was before 

 or not. He was hooked in the tongue, as I 

 surmised. In my experience the only other 



