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my shoulder and walked slowly up the beach letting 

 the line and fly drag behind. I was discouraged 

 with my poor success. I had not gone more than 

 a few feet this way when I felt a terrific pull and 

 was nearly rolled into the water; a large salmon 

 had hooked himself. After a good fight he was 

 later landed entirely by accident. 



At the next pool it was my turn to fish with the 

 dry fly. The wind was blowing a gale up-stream 

 by this time. I cast my best but it was almost 

 impossible to lay out a dry fly properly. Finally 

 one great gust of wind blew the fine, leader, and 

 fly over my head and up-stream in back of me 

 into a shallow current. The fly no sooner stuck 

 than a good salmon took it and hooked himself 

 and was later successfully landed. Mr. Monell 

 also caught one on a wet fly in a regular and 

 orderly way, when his turn came. That whole 

 day I did not catch a single fish as I meant to 

 — all were flukes — ^yet when we got back to camp 

 we both had the same number of fish and mine 

 were a little larger. We agreed it was no use try- 

 ing to learn anything about salmon. 



Another day, fishing Red Reef Pool with a dry 

 fly, I brought a ten-pound fish up to the beach, 

 and when we gaffed him we found the hook had 



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