56 SPORT IN VANCOUVER 



If there are many Indians out the rod has 

 not much chance, for their canoes cross and 

 recross in every direction, and as they fish with 

 a short hand-hne, a long hne let out from the 

 rod is apt to get fouled. 



Fortunately, their favourite ground is by 

 Cape Mudge Lighthouse, where the cohoe 

 abound. I only tried this water once, and 

 was so jostled by Indian canoes that I deter- 

 mined to stick to the tyee and the mouth of the 

 Campbell River. 



The large majority of the salmon were really 

 sporting fish. The cohoe had no chance with 

 the strong tackle necessary for the tyee, but 

 still were wonderfully lively, and when caught 

 with light tackle on the fly, gave great sport. 



In one respect they were all a hopeless failure 

 — they were quite unfit to eat. Why it should 

 be so I cannot say. Perfect to look at, as 

 good as any Atlantic fish, the flesh was like 

 cotton wool, dry and devoid of all flavour. On 

 the other hand, the cut-throat trout were 

 excellent eating. 



During the entire month of August we had 

 little or no rain. The climate was absolutely 

 ideal and the eye never tired of the exquisite 

 scenery, varying in colouring and effect every 

 day. 



The row of one and a half miles from the 



