The Brook Trout 101 



the pleasure of seeing the two big trout 

 still there, moving their tails and top fins 

 just enough to keep their position against 

 the mild current. I move my head a 

 little more and take one knee off the 

 ground to rest myself, and these prove 

 fatal movements the two beauties dart 

 away like a bright flash of lightning in 

 a pale sky, and the little troutlet, and 

 a half-dozen not previously observed 

 friends and relatives, follow suit. I put 

 my flies on the water over the entrance to 

 the pipe and with a long tree branch poke 

 into the other end. Out come the ' ' flock' ' 

 of trout one after the other like so many 

 arrows from a bow, and back they go into 

 the pipe again with the same rapidity. 



I have been trouting many years and I 

 know by this time that the chance for 

 taking these trout is passed, and so I poke 

 into the pipe two or three times more for 

 the mere joy of seeing the beauties again, 

 then go over on the other side of the bank 

 where the water has not been disturbed, 



