Tragic Fishing Moments 



twenty inches if an inch. What encouragement for 

 a returned angler! 



Gradually he came up and up through the crystal 

 waters, and then came the explanation of his peculiar 

 fight. Evidently he had struck the glittering spoon, 

 and the six-inch gut leader between the spoon and the 

 hook had snapped around with the impetus of his rush, 

 and the hook had caught in his front fin, for just as he 

 was about to slide into the net, the hook pulled free, 

 and a stunned and stupefied fisherman watched the 

 best trout in the whole woods sink slowly and grandly 

 out of sight into the cold depths. 



From the peak of the glory of achievement to the 

 bottom of the pit of gloom ! That was too much for 

 me, and picking up my accoutrements I took the trail 

 that would bring me to the pool at the foot of the Twin 

 Falls in the South Fork of the Snoqualmie River. 



Here the snow white water came plunging over a 

 cliff into a big deep blue pool full of submerged ledges 

 and rocks that prove the ideal lurking place for cut- 

 throats, and here again I tried my luck, with varying 

 success, around the foot of the pool. 



A shaft of early morning sunlight filtering down 

 through the overhanging branches of the big fir trees 

 fell on the head of the pool and revealed a ledge of 

 rock about a foot below the surface of the pool but 

 just out of my reach unless I perched about six feet 

 above the water on the rocky banks. Carefully edging 



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