THE basses: fres h-w ater and marine 



to five pounds, nobody seems to have imagined that 

 bass would run up the stream above the falls; yet 

 aU the way down, in trying for trout at the best 

 season on various occasions, I did not meet a single 

 fisherman, and I landed no fish, though I used the 

 finest of imported leaders and very small flies. It 

 never occurred to me that by using live bait or 

 young frogs in this rushing water things would 

 have been different. 



Fishing at " The Fork " 



For a number of weeks I confined my whole 

 attention to a fine pool made by the junction of 

 the two streams, locally known as " The Fork." 

 It is a long, deep pool, three' hundred feet long 

 and seventy-five feet wide, and in parts fifteen 

 feet deep. I fished in this pool for trout every 

 evening, watching for them to rise about sundown, 

 and always succeeded in landing one, two, or three, 

 none less than twelve and some as much as eigh- 

 teen inches long. 



During my stay of five weeks I had thirty-seven 

 large trout to my credit — not one Fontinalis — 

 the number being about evenly divided of brown, 

 rainbow, and German. One starry but dark even- 

 ing, I hooked a nice fish. I could not see it, but 

 by its leap and the way it acted I felt sure it was 

 a bass. My leader being very fine, it was neces- 



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