198 SPORT IN NEWFOUNDLAND 



Red Hill Pond takes its name from a rocky 

 reddish bluff, which rises a couple of hundred 

 feet on the east side of the pond. The country 

 is said to be a good one for bear, but we did 

 not even see fresh tracks. 



The pond is only about a mile long, and we 

 got to the end about lunch-time. 



I had brought rod rings with me, and had 

 rigged up a rough trolling rod at our first camp, 

 to which I lashed a spare reel. I made it a 

 rule to have this primitive rod and my twelve- 

 foot trout rod trolling over every lake and pond 

 we crossed. I generally put a Devon minnow 

 on one rod, and a blue phantom on the other. 

 I used the fly exclusively when we came to 

 any streams. I got one trout, a lively fish of 

 1J flb., in crossing Red Hill Pond and two in 

 Hungry Grove Pond. There was a rapid and 

 a nice pool at the north end of the pond where 

 we halted for lunch, and putting on a small 

 silver doctor in a few minutes I had six nice 

 trout, some of 1J R>., ready for lunch. John 

 Denny^said they were all onannaniche or land- 

 locked salmon. I had never seen them before ; 

 they were just like sea trout, and played in 

 the same way, jumping out of the water even 

 more frequently than sea trout. They were 

 strong, game fish, and better still, excellent 

 eating. Here I got my first mud trout, which 



