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asked her to cast a fly on it; I-wanted to see how 
she was progressing. The fly was an olive, fished 
dry. Her first two casts were good, and the fly 
floated down nicely, with its wings cocked. I 
said, ‘ Well done,’ and at the next cast, after the 
fly had floated about two feet, up came a trout, 
which she hooked. Seeing that the fish was 
going for the roots of a tree, I took the rod and 
held the trout till I had reeled in the line taut. 
I then handed back the rod to my daughter, and, 
after the trout had jumped out of the water twice, 
I got the landing net under him, and his tale was 
told,” 
A London fishing-tackle manufacturer told 
me the other day of what happened with a fly- 
rod bought from his establishment by a father for 
his little daughter. She had seen men fly-fishing 
on her father’s stream, and she herself became 
keen on learning to throw the fly. The kind 
father therefore bought her a new fly-rod, to be 
all her very own, also the necessary reel, line, 
cast, flies, basket, and landing net. Next morning 
he had to go away, but he put the rod and line 
together, and completely equipped the little angler 
for her first attempt at fly-fishing that morning. 
When he returned home in the afternoon he 
was greeted by his beaming daughter with: ‘‘ Oh, 
daddy ! I caught a trout with that rod you gave 
me! It gave me such sport, and it just sent me 
hot and cold, all over, until it was landed! It 
was simply splendid, daddy, and do come and 
look at the trout!” One can imagine the whole- 
