ANGLING WITH A DOPED FLY 67 



I anointed the fly he had been fishing with 

 by placing a drop of " charm-oil " on the 

 hackle of the fly. On my second cast I rose, 

 hooked, and landed a 24-pound salmon. 

 This was not chance for it happened on 

 several occasions in a like manner, rising 

 fish that would not look at an " un-doped " 



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The last day on the river that season 

 found me, after three days of heavy rain, 

 stormbound at a camp up-stream, with all 

 the experts insisting that no fishing was 

 possible. 



The water had risen seven inches since 

 eight o'clock in the morning, and three feet 

 since the rain began, and it was still rising 

 at one when we started down-stream. 



A heavy fog overhung the river and the 

 water was of the colour and consistency of 

 pea-soup, a combination of every adverse 

 condition possible for sport. 



I proposed stopping at a choice pool on 

 the way down-stream, for, I said, I wished 

 to take a few fish home. 



