OF SHOOTING AND FISHING 21 
there was a heavy tug at my line, and for a mo- 
ment it looked as if I had hooked a snag. A very 
lively snag it proved to be, as a minute later it was 
taking my line all over the place. When at last 
I had it safely in the canoe, great was my joy as it 
was a four and one-half pound char, and the most 
gorgeous fish I had ever seen away from tropical 
waters. The back was a dark greenish colour with 
vermicular markings, and the sides were of the 
deepest crimson. The lower fins were also deep 
crimson, excepting along their margins which were 
ivory white. As for his shape, it was dreadful— 
he was a monstrosity, with the lower jaw turned 
up past the upper, and his depth out of all propor- 
tion to his length. Even the guide acknowledged 
that he was not’ beautiful. What a surprise it 
would be to have a brilliant creature like this rise 
to one’s fly! Huge, gaudy specimens of ‘‘Salvil- 
inas fontinalis’”’ have time and again been taken 
from the depths of this and other Laurentian lakes 
by trolling, and late in the season when they de- 
scend to their spawning beds, large fish may be 
killed with the fly at the discharges. Landing 
even one fair-sized fellow late in the evening, left 
the impression that the day had been a success 
from a fisherman’s point of view. 
From Lake Edward I went up to Roberval on 
Lake St. John, and down the Saguenay, enquiring 
at each place about the shooting, and the sum of 
my information was that the best place in the proy- 
ince for game was the Laurentides reservation. 
This was strictly preserved, but a few sportsmen 
