226 CAMP FIRE REMINISCENCES 
favourably with the sport he had just been having | 
on the Deveron. 
One of the routes to the National Park passed 
close to this club house, and teams were constantly 
seen going and coming. It was customary to signal 
these passing parties, and present them with nice 
baskets of fish—this gave the weary travellers 
pleasure—and cleared the conscience of the sports- 
man. We were a cheerful party that night, and in 
spite of all I had heard about them there were very 
few mosquitoes, so our slumbers were undisturbed. 
The next morning my friend Y. undertook to ini- 
tiate me, so after breakfast we strolled down to the 
first pool and waded in. I was fishing with a six- 
ounce split cane rod, and using one fly, a small jock- 
scott; my landing net was defective, being too small 
and bending in a current, so it took me a little while 
to land a trout, especially in rough water. Y.hada 
grilse rod, and a good net. Asa lure he used some- 
thing with a Wyoming name, which looked like a 
dried-up peacock in spring plumage, and it took him 
a very short time to land a fish in any kind of water. 
As the traffic to the Park was lively, we felt that 
there would be great demand for our trout, and the 
river being overstocked, our consciences were clear. 
In a few minutes we were each fast to good trout, 
which were killed after some play and we each took 
several more out of the pool before passing on. 
Very soon we were in water about a foot and a 
half deep and as the river was wide, one of us 
fished down each side. There was not a cloud, and ~ 
the water was perfectly clear. Wherever there 
