salmon refuse to rise; but if they refuse to come 

 to my favorites, the Silver Gray, Dusty Miller, 

 Black Dose, or Tim, I do not believe it is worth 

 while changing, except for the amusement it 

 affords. 



One hot day in July, I was fishing the run below 

 Middle Camp on the club waters. There had been 

 no rain for several days, so the river was very low 

 and clear. When I had whipped nearly all the run, 

 which was about a quarter of a mile long, my 

 canoeman suggested a change of fly. I had been 

 using a No. 6 double Black Dose, so as an experi- 

 ment put on a yellow fly with light brown wings, 

 size No. 2, single hook. Dropping the canoe about 

 fifteen yards, two or three casts were made, when 

 I hooked and landed a twenty-seven-pound salmon. 

 Not being convinced that the new fly was th<> 

 cause of our success, I had the men take up the 

 killirk and pole to the head of the run so we c<>ul<l 

 drift <VT the water we had already fished. This 

 was done most carefully, and although we c<>uM 

 see every stone in tin* river-bed, we failed to find 

 any salmon, showing that the little canary was not 

 moreallnrinir, l>ut t hat there were no salmon where 

 we had been fishing. I had a similar experience at 

 the head waters of the Nepisiguit, with the same 

 kind of a fly, but my friend who was with me al- 

 ways contended that changing to the canary 

 brought us ln k. 



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