A BOOK OF FISHING STORIES 



of the horses, and I commenced operations. The river 

 was about twenty-five yards broad, with beautiful streams 

 and pools of clear mountain water which, from an angler's 

 point of view, left nothing to be desired. The question that 

 chiefly interested me was : would the Green River trout take 

 my Scotch flies ? 



The problem was soon solved, very much to my satisfaction. 

 Within a few moments I had hooked and landed a good 2 lb. 

 trout in the best of condition. So it was clear the trout 

 were there and would take. During the next three hours I 

 killed forty-two trout, averaging just under i lb. apiece. The 

 largest fish weighed 2^ lb. It was one of the most enjoy- 

 able afternoons I have ever experienced. 



Green River trout are fine, free takers, though what kind 

 of insect they thought my flies to be is a conundrum I have not 

 yet solved. There were no flies on the water like the large 

 Silver-body, Zulu, and March Brown that I used. Then I 

 changed to small Irish Erne salmon-flies, and did just as well. 



One of the main features, as I have said, of this particular 

 hunting-trip was the trout-fishing. After the first day we 

 left Green River behind us, it is true ; but everywhere through 

 the mountains where we roamed were crystal-clear streams 

 fairly well stocked with trout, of which I took sufficient toll 

 to keep the larder well supplied. We were four able-bodied 

 men, for whom a certain amount of fish diet was voted to be 

 absolutely necessary, and many a subsequent fishing picnic was 

 therefore undertaken. In many of the pools I fished I doubt 

 if the trout had ever seen an artificial fly, and their conse- 



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