WESTERN TROUT-FISHING 



and landed a good two-pound trout in the best of con- 

 dition. So it was clear the trout were there and 

 would take. During the next three hours I killed 

 forty -two trout averaging just under a pound 

 apiece. The largest fish weighed 2^ pounds. It 

 was one of the most enjoyable afternoons I have 

 ever experienced. 



Green River trout are fine free takers, though what 

 kind of insect they thought my flies to be is a conun- 

 drum I have not yet solved. There were no flies on 

 the water like the large Silver-body, Zulu, and March 

 Brown that I used. Then I changed to small Irish 

 Erne salmon-flies, and did just as well. 



Andy and his friends were much pleased with the 

 result of our first fishing picnic, which provided the 

 whole camp with a fish course of the best kind at 

 every meal for some days ; and their views on 

 the proper methods of trout-fishing underwent some 

 modification. 



My chief regret is that I did not spend a week 

 fishing the head of Green River. But the main object 

 of that particular trip was to get a few good wapiti 

 heads, and perchance a bear or two and some other 

 species of Rocky Mountain big-game. 



Accordingly, next day I started into the mountains 

 with a train of ten pack-horses, intent on a hunt in 

 the Gros Ventres Range and in the Fall River Basin, 

 districts that I had never previously visited. Our 

 party consisted of Sandy Marshall, hunter and guide ; 

 Andy Anders, horse- wrangler ; and Fred Kurt, who 

 did the cooking. 



During the latter portion of the time I was joined 

 by W. Wells himself, the owner of the hunting- camp 

 from where we started, and a better hunter and com- 



