Practical Dry-Fly Fishing 



was not a natural insect, and the hook 

 was firmly imbedded in its mouth. 



This should have been a lesson to me, 

 but I must confess that it was not. 

 True, I often thought of this episode 

 and admitted that the dry-fly on that 

 occasion had saved the day; further- 

 more, I listened more attentively when 

 anglers spoke of the floating lure; but 

 the microbe of enthusiasm had not as 

 yet reached its mark. 



The following spring I went to the 

 same stream and fully intended to 

 give the dry-fly a thorough try-out. 

 But when the opening day of the sea- 

 son dawned, the morning after my ar- 

 rival, the habits of a lifetime had full 

 possession of me, and the dry-flies were 

 forgotten. This was in the middle of 

 April. After returning from this trip, 

 there came a feeling of regret that I 

 had not spent at least a part of the 



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