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With Rod and Gun in New England 



and covered by a depth of from two to twenty feet of water ; they were 

 frequented by various kinds of small fish, and trout lurked among them 

 in the pursuit of food. 



" Yes," said I " if the Doctor is willing ; we ought to get some good 

 fish there." 



The killick was dropped about midway of the shoals and we began 

 casting. There was a very light ripple on the surface of the lake, just 

 enough to make good casting water, and the Doctor soon rose and hooked 

 a trout, and a handsome fish it was, of about two pounds' weight. It gave 

 him a very gamy fight and refused to come to the landing net so long that 

 I began to think it was " hooked foul." 



Photo, by Richard O. Harding. 



It Gave Him a Very Gamy Fight. 



After a few minutes' struggle the Doctor increased the strain of the 

 rod, giving the fish " the butt " for all the tackle would stand ; at length 

 the trout weakened and it was apparently ready for the landing net when 

 a fresh strain was felt, a commotion in the water was seen and the line ran 

 out rapidly, causing the reel to sing right merrily ; another and larger fish 

 had taken the second fly. 



" You 've got a pair, Doctor," exclaimed the guide. 



" Yes, and a good pair, too," I added; "your light rod has its work 

 cut out for awhile." 



As I spoke I carelessly laid my rod down, thoughtlessly allowing my 

 line and flies to sink in the water while I filled and lighted my pipe. 



