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foot of the lake about four o'clock on Tuesday 

 afternoon, where a boat was procured, and I 

 went off alone. Now, as experience had 

 taught me never to rely on single casts when 

 I had double, nor single hooks when I had 

 double, in dealing with salmon and alone, 

 these were attached to my trusty callon line 

 of 150 yards. Eight here came the question 

 of the fly. There are Cock Robin, Silver 

 Doctor, White Admiral, Brown Admiral, 

 Certain Death, Prairie Dog, Yellow-leg, 

 Black Hawk, Tickler, Jock Scott, Butcher, 

 and Fury Brown all before me. My mind 

 and fingers take Yellow-leg to start in with 

 a medium double fly. This had only been 

 cast a few times, when off to the right of me 

 at the head of a rock a lad started with a 

 heavy whirl, but did not hook. Seeing I 

 would have to fish him across the stream, and 

 consequently at a great disadvantage, I 

 moved the boat so as to be ahead of him. 

 Knowing where he was, my fly was cast 

 below and slowly worked up over him. 

 Scarcely had it come to him, when he rushed 

 out like a whale, and was hooked ; but in 

 doing so miserdbili dictu the middle piece 



