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not much fall at first, but it soon became a lively 
stream with fords and pools, the delight of the 
angler. Receiving water from sundry side creeks 
it rapidly increased in volume, so that by the time 
it had meandered to the club it was twenty or thirty 
yards wide, and very deep in places. Around the 
spring were seen the fresh tracks of a mighty bull 
elk, but it was not the season for deer in Idaho, 
so he was safe. Wehad good sport with small trout 
in the shallow water, and several big chaps were 
picked out of holes behind stones, and from under 
overhanging banks. We had a delightful day, and 
arrived back at the club in the evening with as many 
fish as we could carry. 
My intention was to go out from the river by 
Marysville, the terminus of the Blackfoot branch 
of the railway, and this involved a drive of forty- 
five or fifty miles. A couple of days were to be 
spent with a friend who had a summer place on 
the river about half way, so I decided to start the 
next afternoon. In the morning the pools below 
the club were tried without much luck; places were 
fished without getting a rise where two days before 
one was fast to a trout nearly all the time, and yet 
the conditions appeared to be identical. I tried 
a variety of flies, but while the sport was good it 
was nothing like what it had been. We left in 
the afternoon, and crossing the river at Flatrock 
soon branched off from the Spencer road and in 
an hour or so were at the Buffalo, a fine fishing 
stream, and a tributary of the Snake. Here we 
called at a ranch where a solitary Englishman led 
