Trout in a Thunder-Storm. 201 



it whirled in an eddy under some fallen 

 tree trunk. 



We had arrived at the " big spring hole " 

 and as Dick cautiously sent the light boat 

 close to the bank Charley and I stepped 

 out, and bending low behind the bushes 

 crept to an open place where we could 

 cast our flies easily. Charley made the 

 first cast. His flies had hardly made a 

 ripple on the water when splash ! down 

 went his red ibis. His light rod bent into 

 a half circle, and as I cast a quick glance 

 at the spot I saw half a dozen trout glid- 

 ing about near his hooked one with the 

 restless eager movements which always 

 mean hunger. My flies alighted instantly 

 in the same place, and down went my 

 stretcher fly with a whirl. As that trout 

 made a quick turn I saw another calmly 

 fasten himself on one of the dropper 

 flies. We led our trout to one side of 

 the pool and Dick slipped a landing net 

 under them and threw them, tumbling and 

 squirming, upon the grass. In a moment 

 we had both made another cast and 

 hooked our fish, and the rest of the trout 



