A Slippery Customer 



Here is a delightful sea-trout tale with an un- 

 expected tragic finish. The author, Mr. Lewis H. 

 Beer, lives in Montreal, Canada, and I do not 

 doubt that he is as fine an angler as he is a charm- 

 ing writer. Our Canadian brothers are fine fisher- 

 men and have a great country in which to fish. 



" Tragic Fishing Moments " remind me ; and it is 

 not very hard for me to remember either. It was 

 indeed sad and humiliating in the extreme, and al- 

 though it happened several years ago, I still catch 

 myself musing on it and breathing a fervent d n 

 under my breath. 



There is a certain river in a certain little Province 

 in Canada that for real good sea-trout fishing did not 

 have its equal in all that large domain. Sea-trout, 

 right in from the salt sea with every tide in the 

 months of June and July, working their way up for 

 many miles to the headwaters to become river trout 

 until they returned back to the sea again and got 

 cleaned up. 



It was my particular business every summer when 

 these beauties commenced to come in to endeavor to 

 make it impossible for many of them to return to 



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