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been at least 3 tb., and put back at least a 

 dozen small ones. I never saw trout in such 

 numbers or so eager to take the fly. 



It was nice to get back to the cheery camp 

 on Sandy Grove Pond, and to my comfortable 

 camp bed, but Joe had spoiled all chance of 

 stags. We saw a good covey of grouse close 

 to the camp, but they were very wild. I 

 thought Joe would never go to sleep he had so 

 much to say to his pals, and his stag grew 

 bigger and bigger as the evening wore on, 

 perhaps due to a tot of rum which was served 

 out to celebrate our meeting. 



The morning of the 14th broke grey with a 

 light rain, and the glass was falling, but there 

 was no wind. I went down to fish the river for 

 the last time while the men were packing up. 

 In my favourite pool I took eleven fine trout, 

 weighing 14 tb., four others in the smaller 

 streams, 2 lb., and seven in crossing the lake, 

 5 lb. — a total for the day of twenty-two trout, 

 21 tb. I lost a fly in a good trout in the big 

 pool. I fished the streams down till Steve 

 came to say that all was ready for a start. 

 As we passed the pool I chaffingly said, " I 

 must get that trout which broke me." At the 

 first cast I hooked a 2-ib. fish, and on landing 

 him Steve quietly remarked, " Quite right, 

 here is your fly," and sure enough there it was ! 



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