The Chinook of Monterey 385 
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trolling spoon;” and the dean of this particular 
sport on the Pacific coast, Mr. J. Parker Whit- 
ney, writes: “None of the Pacific coast salmon 
take the fly. There may be isolated cases, but 
few and far between.” One of these cases fell 
to the luck of Rudyard Kipling, who acquired 
merit in the eyes of all lovers of angling in 
an article to the Pittsburgh Dzspatch, writing 
delightfully on his experiences: “ The next cast, 
ah, the pride of it, the regal splendor of it, the 
thrill that ran down from finger-tip to toe. 
Then the water boiled. He broke for the fly 
and got it.” Not alone with fly, but with 
spoon, did the genial poet conjure the gamy 
chinooks. Listen: “ How shall I tell the glories 
of that day? Again and again did California and 
I prance down that reach to the little bay, each 
with a salmon in tow, and land him in the shal- 
lows. Then Portland took my rod and caught 
some ten-pounders, and my spoon was carried 
away by an unknown leviathan.” Ah, that you 
and I could have been on the Clackamas when 
“Portland held the gaff and the whiskey,” and 
Kipling held the rod. Happy “ Portland”! lucky 
Kipling! what tales he must have told at night 
to “California,” of the mighty Mahseer and the 
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