OF SHOOTING AND FISHING = 227 
was a big submerged stone, we saw behind it a shoal 
of hungry trout waiting for whatever might come 
down. One had but to cast and his fly was swal- 
lowed almost at once. Roughly our fish were all 
two pounders, and when we had filled our baskets 
we waded out and, depositing the contents in some 
shady place, were ready to begin again. 
At Flatrock, the next house below, there was a 
beautiful placid reach, with timber-clad hills com- 
ing down to the water’s edge, but there was no brush 
or anything which would interfere with casting. 
When we had fished for four hours, depositing our 
catch on the bank, we put our rods away and walked 
down fo inspect some rapids in a canyon below. 
Two bald eagles attracted my attention. They 
were, at times soaring high above us, while again 
we saw them sitting on the tops of trees, overlook- 
ing the river. It only wanted these two magnifi- 
cent birds to give the scene that finishing touch 
which delighted the lover of nature. 
In the canyon the river bed was filled with rocks, 
over which the water tossed in wild tumult. Great 
trout had been taken from pools there at times, but 
our rods being with our fish further up, we had no 
opportunity of trying for them. We had arranged 
for a wagon to come down to Flatrock for us about 
this time, so we returned there, picking up our fish 
by the way and driving back to the club. _ 
T had killed thirty-two trout weighing sixty-five 
pounds, so I spent some time stringing these on a 
rope between two trees and taking a photograph of 
them. Young, with his grilse rod, had taken over 
