hardest to believe is the statement that on more than 

 one occasion the common river mussel has closed his 

 shell upon an intruding fly and been brought to land. 

 Luckily the hooks are light and the feathers offer 

 such resistance to the air that they never have 

 momentum enough to sink the barb in the flesh and so 

 one rarely heard of anglers being injured with the 

 whipping bait. One occasion which is recalled was 

 where a friend finding his hook caught on a reed 

 in front gave an angry yank, and the line being short, 

 the spring of the rod was sufficient to set the point 

 of the hook in his own forehead. In his rattled haste 

 to release it, he evidently pulled the hook the wrong 

 way and buried the barb, which had to be cut out. 

 In ten years fishing this is the only remembered 

 experience of blood drawn with the fly. 



A GOOD STORY. 



This is an Angler's predicament said I. Walter 

 Sharp : 



Every "Brother of the Angle" has, during his 

 career, a few more or less startling experiences of 

 which the world never hears, and which if written up, 

 would furnish much interesting reading, not alone 

 to the fraternity, but to the public at large. Usually 

 the Angler is the hero of his story, but in the follow- 

 ing incident he came out a very slow second, 

 humiliated, bleeding, sore, and beaten. 



My old Indian friend and fellow-camper, Machel, 

 and If were spending one of our annual outings in the 

 Cascade Mountains of Oregon, on the head/waters of 

 the wild and turbulent Clackamas River, where thou- 

 sands of Salmon breed yearly, and where mountain 



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