48 SPORT IN VANCOUVER 



always hoping for that 70 ib. fish which never 

 came. 



On August 10th, I got my second biggest 

 fish. The spring tides were racing up and down 

 the Straits and it was impossible to hold a boat, 

 much less row it against the tide. 



By this time from a study of the bottom, at 

 low water, I had a fair idea of how the fish ran 

 up and down with the tide. I accordingly 

 anchored my boat off a point I knew the fish 

 were bound to pass. The anchor was fixed 

 on to a log of wood to which the boat was 

 moored by a running knot. It was Billy's 

 duty to cast off the moment I was in a fish. 



The greatest race of the tide was at about half 

 flood, and the current was so strong that the 

 heavy spoon and 6 oz. lead were swept away 

 like a cork. Letting out about thirty yards of 

 line and giving Billy the rod to hold, I began 

 casting with the fly, using a fourteen- foot 

 Castleconnell rod, fine tackle and a two- inch 

 silver doctor. I soon had a sea trout, 2h Ife., 

 and two cohoe, besides many rises, and grand 

 sport these fish gave in the racing tide on a light 

 rod. 



I had just killed my last fish when the scream 

 of the reel on the rod which Billy was holding 

 told me we were in a big fish. Taking the rod 

 from Billy, I told him to cast off. The fish 



