AN ANGLER S NOTES ON THE BEAVERKILL 



as well try to paint the rainbow as to improve on our 

 native trout." For a time good sport was had with 

 some " California " trout — as they grew to a large size, 

 they added greatly to the sport — but in a few years 

 they entirely disappeared. I once had an exciting 

 time with one of those big " Californias." One June 

 afternoon Uncle Thee and I strolled down to " Da- 

 vidson's " Eddy. We were about to start in when 

 Uncle Thee discovered that he had forgotten his land- 

 ing-net. I insisted upon his taking mine. When I 

 was about half way down the eddy and Uncle Thee 

 was near the lower end I hooked the big fellow. I 

 had on a No. 1 2 Cahill for a second dropper and the 

 " California " took it with a rush that made my blood 

 tingle. I immediately shouted to Uncle Thee to 

 bring the net. Just opposite a lot of drift trash 

 had caught and toward this the trout made frantic 

 rushes. I was using a nine-foot four-ounce rod. In 

 some way Uncle Thee had entangled the elastic at- 

 tached to the net in such a manner that we could not 

 undo it, so I told him to net the trout for me. I then 

 began to reel up, the big fellow rushed and tugged, 

 but the little rod was true and the snell was one I 

 had tied myself, so I kept up the pressure and he soon 

 came along. Uncle Thee made a sweep for him but 

 missed him, and away he flew for the drift trash. 

 Again I reeled him up, and that time Uncle Thee 

 slipped the net under him and we carried him on 

 shore : he measured over nineteen inches and was very 



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