BASS IN THE BEAVERKILL 



often strike a good-sized chub, which plays so 

 pluckUy that for a while it will deceive the fisher- 

 man, who thinks he has a trout. I have had a 

 fifteen-inch chub rush up stream exactly like the 

 speckled trout, but it gives up the fight much 

 sooner. I usually throw such catches on shore to 

 give the minks a fish supper. These nimble little 

 animals seem to be quite plentiful. I often see 

 them swinmiing across the stream or sitting by 

 the water's edge on the lookout for a young bass 

 or trout. 



A Day's Work 



Farther down, the stream does not widen, but 

 gets wilder, and everywhere the banks are lined 

 with a thick growth of timber or brush with high 

 mountains on each side, mostly uncultivated. 

 Farms are few and far between. The distance 

 from Roscoe to Cook's Falls by road or rail is 

 but six miles. By the winding stream I should 

 say it was about twelve miles, making a full day's 

 hard fishing. But such a day is well worth the 

 labor for the expert if he provides himself with 

 the right bait and tackle. He will not have any 

 desire to walk back home, or especially to carry 

 his catch on his back. He will be wise to time 

 himself for the return trip and catch the train 

 back in the evening. Arriving at Cook's Falls 

 the angler will have a chance to try his luck at 



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