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from the tips of my fingers to the wrinkles in my 

 coat sleeve at the shoulder, my first black spotted 



TROUT WAS THE LENGTH OF MY ARM, 



though not a very large specimen of this kind of 

 fish. Under favorable conditions, I am told that 

 this kind of trout often reaches the weight of 

 thirty pounds ; but for exciting fun and fierce fight- 

 ing qualities I recommend the smaller fish; the 

 larger ones would no doubt smash your tackle, and 

 your landing net would not hold the monsters. 



Live bait at Sin-yale-a-min was apparently un- 

 attainable. There are no frogs in this high alti- 

 tude, and minnow-nets were not part of the outfit, 

 so it was known that I left camp with nothing but 

 a book of artificial flies, and the rumor went abroad 

 that my fish was caught with a fly, and the next 

 arrival at camp greeted me with, "Hello! I con- 

 gratulate you ! Understand you are doing some 

 great fly-fishing. What makes me think so ? Heard 

 them talking about it down at the Mission." 



The following day I initiated the speaker into 

 the secret art of hooking two fish on one fly, and 

 we captured 



A BIG DOLLY VARDEN TROUT, 



known in Montana as bull trout. But it did not 

 make as game a fight as its black-spotted relative, 

 ?nd after its first mad bull-like rush it threw up its 

 hands, so to speak, and came to the net like a 

 stick. In its first rush, this red spotted "bull" 

 wound the line round and round a sunken bush, 



