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the shore watching me, so I decided, as he 

 was resting quietly in the eddy of a rock, it 

 would be a good time to try to pole to the 

 shore. So, laying down the rod with a couple 

 of fathoms of slack line to draw out, the 

 killock was raised and the boat successfully 

 poled there. 



Now a friend took the gaff, and with my 

 rod again in control, I walked slowly from the 

 shore, drawing him across the stream, which 

 helped, in his weakened condition, to work him 

 closer to it (the shore). In a few minutes the 

 gaff had charge of him, and he was safely 

 landed another fine one, 12 Ibs. It was so 

 near sundown now that, being very tired, I 

 concluded to close up the season's fishing, and 

 took the rod apart. It was very trying to 

 bring myself to believe this fine sport had now 

 to be closed for a whole year ; but there was 

 no remedy. During the two hours out in the 

 boat that afternoon, hundreds of those great 

 speckled beauties could have been captured. 

 The water was then, as it had been every time 

 I was on it, literally alive with fish. 



These flies only last about four days, then 

 the fish that have settled down from the lake 



