DAYS ON THE NEPIGON. 



heaving a sigh of exhaustion, and gazing at 

 his captor with mild resignation and one last 

 convulsive flop, succumbs to your skill. He 

 was a long time coming and the proper thing 

 on arrival. The freckled fellow, after a 

 gruelling contest, was fairly conquered by 

 light rod, fine line and fly and plain rubber 

 reel. 



We have never taken kindly the suggestion 

 to use the automatic reel for retrieving line. 

 It is hardly fair to the trout, depriving him 

 of the extra and deserved chance of escaping 

 by the slack line route, which sooner or later 

 he invariably seeks; and robbing the ster- 

 ling angler of half his sport. Reel in by 

 hand when breasting the rapids, he makes his 

 dash toward you, and do not delegate the 

 repulsing of that aggressive rush to any auto- 

 matic crank, which, to accord the Devil his 

 due, will accomplish all its advocates claim 

 when one acquires the knack; and therein 

 lies my greatest objection. 



Carefully, carefully ! Sh-sh-sh ! Now the 

 critical moment, first aid to the injured, the 

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