he has landed his trout, the judge is interrupted by a man from 

 Cape Cod, Massachusetts, who wants to get in a word about his 

 success with bluefish on large, white bucktails. The judge, while 

 frowning at the interruption, accepts it in evidence, and turns 

 the case over to the jury. 



The jury, let us say, is composed of Captain Stewart Miller, 

 veteran Miami charter boat skipper and salt-water fly-rod pio- 

 neer; Erl Roman, head of Miami University's angling faculty; 

 Allen Corson, fishing editor of the Miami Herald; some tanned 

 men from the Pacific Coast carrying fly-rod cases; a young lady 

 from Martha's Vineyard, Massachusetts, bearing a make-up kit 

 full of streamer flies and leaders; and George X. Sand, who is 

 the jury foreman. 



Addressing his remarks through George X. Sand, the judge 

 instructs the jury with great care. He points out that more than 

 a million salt-water fishermen will hang on their verdict. 



"And I caution you," concludes the judge, "that since you are 



Jim Lee, of Charles Lee Ranch, proves that the numerous canals 

 draining Florida's ranch grazing lands provide good fly fishing. 



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