50 SPORT IN VANCOUVER 



On August 24th heavy clouds were piling up, 

 and a break in the glorious weather we had 

 enjoyed from the beginning of August seemed 

 imminent. 



On August 26th, my last day at the hotel, I 

 started to fish in a heavy gale from the south- 

 east, the worst wind one could have in these 

 waters. 



Though leaving that night and having all my 

 packing to do, I determined to have one last 

 try for the big fish which had so far evaded me. 



There was a heavy sea on and it was almost 

 impossible to hold the boat, but Billy was on 

 his mettle for the last day's fishing and really 

 did wonders. 



On the way down to the mouth of the river, 

 I got a 10 ft. cohoe, and on arriving at the best 

 ground I put on a big brass spoon, which Mr. 

 Daggett had kindly lent me, about twice as long 

 as the Farlow spoon. I was letting out the 

 spoon when I got a tremendous pull and a very 

 short run, which apparently took the fish to 

 the bottom or into some kelp. There he 

 remained and simply sulked without taking out 

 a yard of line. 



The rod was bent double and I put on all the 

 strain possible, but it was a full three-quarters 

 of an hour before I could see my lead coming up 

 to the surface, and my arms and back were 



