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found it was so dark that we could not see 

 to gaff him from the boat. It was therefore 

 decided he must be worked into water so 

 shallow, he would have to flounce, and there- 

 by direct us to him. So when he struck a 

 deep pool, we let him rest, and all landed on 

 the mill side, where the water was quite 

 shoal some little distance off the shore. S. 

 with his rod marched up the bank straight 

 away from the shore, thus leading the fish, 

 and forcing him to run himself into the 

 shallow. Lew and I were standing with gaffs, 

 waiting for the splash, for by this time the 

 line was invisible. Very soon, directly in 

 front of Lew, came the looked-for flounce and 

 splash. He made a jump with his gaff, but 

 missed at the first attempt, only striking the 

 side of the fish. He soon made a second 

 thrust, and got him into the boat. This was 

 later in the day than I ever knew a fish 

 caught with a fly. He was 17 Ibs. This was 

 the best single day's sport known on this 

 river. Some seasons my companion and I 

 have fished from Monday morning until 

 Saturday evening, only capturing as many 

 as we did that afternoon. 



