82 OBSERVATIONS ON A SALMON RIVER 



It was late in the evening and the sun 

 had gone down behind the mountains cast- 

 ing a heavy shadow across the waters. 



I watched hoping to see someone take that 

 rising fish. It was not long before one of 

 my friends appeared coming down stream 

 for the purpose of fishing 424 during the 

 magic hour after sunset. 



The river was low and the rough water 

 in the upper part of the pool was fished 

 blank. I then had the satisfaction of watch- 

 ing the angler try the deep hole where the 

 big fish was still making himself seen from 

 time to time. 



The angler was fishing with a very long 

 line, yet from where his canoe was anchored 

 it was not possible quite to reach the spot 

 where the fish had shown. 



The line was also in my opinion too long 

 to enable the fisherman to manipulate the 

 fly in a way to attract the fish in such water, 

 for the stream whirls around in a circle 

 below the reef where the fish was rising. 



We dined at nine o'clock and parted in 



