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trolling spoon ; " and the dean of this particular 

 sport on the Pacific coast, Mr. J. Parker Whit- 

 ney, writes : " None of the Pacific coast salmon 

 take the fly. There may be isolated cases, but 

 few and far between." One of these cases fell 

 to the luck of Rudyard Kipling, who acquired 

 merit in the eyes of all lovers of angling in 

 an article to the Pittsburgh Dispatch, writing 

 delightfully on his experiences : " The next cast, 

 ah, the pride of it, the regal splendor of it, the 

 thrill that ran down from finger-tip to toe. 

 Then the water boiled. He broke for the fly 

 and got it." Not alone with fly, but with 

 spoon, did the genial poet conjure the gamy 

 chinooks. Listen : " How shall I tell the glories 

 of that day ? Again and again did California and 

 I prance down that reach to the little bay, each 

 with a salmon in tow, and land him in the shal- 

 lows. Then Portland took my rod and caught 

 some ten-pounders, and my spoon was carried 

 away by an unknown leviathan." Ah, that you 

 and I could have been on the Clackamas when 

 " Portland held the gaff and the whiskey," and 

 Kipling held the rod. Happy " Portland " ! lucky 

 Kipling! what tales he must have told at night 

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