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plunk," I told myself. I did not begin to reel 

 at once, so the fly settled well toward the bot- 

 tom of the pool before I placed a finger to the 

 handle of the winch. Just because I was not 

 interested in the affair I cranked slowly. Sud- 

 denly there was a sharp tug and I was fast in the 

 first real good fish of the week. Coming to my- 

 self with a jerk, I coaxed that fish down out of 

 the pool, played and netted him well below, went 

 back and got another, and still another before the 

 school, if school there were, became alarmed. 



There were other pools of like character in the 

 meadow, a number of which I visited, winning one 

 or more trout from each. The riddle was solved. 

 I had learned to fish with a "deeply sunken fly." 

 Since then I have resorted to the trick I think 

 that is what it should be termed when all other 

 expedients failed, and uniformly with success. 

 It seems impossible for the trout to resist the 

 invitation of the slowly moving bunch of feath- 

 ers, for attack it they will. What the fish im- 

 agine the feathers are is something of an enigma, 

 though always the processes of a trout's mind 

 are past finding out. 



I have made quite a study of the flies adapted 

 to the method and have no hesitancy in saying 

 that the large flamboyant flies are by all odds the 



