DRY-FLY FISHING 



using on the grilse in the small pool above on the 

 North West. I cast this out a number of times 

 and let it float down the current where the fish 

 were rising. At last one came at it with a great 

 splash and was securely hooked. The Forks Pool, 

 as the name implies, has two streams joining at 

 the top. In the centre the water is about thirty 

 feet deep. This fish ran across the pool and 

 jumped, showing himself to be about twenty pounds 

 in size. Of course I could not pull him about much 

 with a four-ounce rod, and he did about as he 

 pleased. In a few minutes he retired to the deep 

 water and just sat absolutely still. I pulled all I 

 coxild, rapped the butt of my rod with my knife, 

 changed my position, and pulled from another direc- 

 tion, but it was all of no use. He was just like a 

 log, and yet I could feel the fish. I sat down on a 

 nearby log and watched, but nothing happened. 

 The guides all came out to see me get beaten by a 

 salmon and were having great fun at my expense. 

 At last I suggested that they take two canoes and 

 their steel-shod poles and go out in the pool and 

 throw the poles down to the bottom and start the 

 salmon. Two of the guides waded out in the tail 

 of the pool to keep him from going out, as they 

 said when he started he would certainly go down- 



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