THE GAME FISHES OF THE WOELD 



to see a law passed preventing anything but fly fishing for trout. 

 I am extremely fond of casting, and this, to me, is a compensa- 

 tion if I do not have a rise. But there are times when trout 

 refuse to take a fly. I have cast for hours with many and varied 

 flies without results, but I generally attributed it to my own lack 

 of sMU. There are occasions, as when trout are absolutely needed, 

 when the angler is justified in using a plain one-hook spoon, 

 worm bait, or live bait. The salmon of the Pacific Coast, 

 except in very rare and isolated instances will not take a fly; 

 a spoon, or live bait must be used. At Klamath the very large 

 rainbows wiU often refuse anything but live bait or a spoon. 

 There is among anglers a very high standard and a demiand for 

 fair play ; a demand that the angler must not overreach the 

 gallant game with some of the awful ' contraptions ' with hooks 

 innumerable and colours resplendent, forced on the verdant 

 and innocent angler by inventors with a Dor6 imagination. 



At the Laurentian Club, with its magnificent chain of lakes, 

 one cannot use a spoon, and many of the members never fish 

 with more than one fly and the barbless hook. The trout lover 

 is a true nature lover. He is not out for slaughter. He enjoys 

 angling as a study. He has, perhaps, been working on a new 

 fly in the Fly Fishers Club ' fly room ' on Piccadilly, and is 

 out to study the results. He notes the condition of the water 

 and pools, the habits of the trout, morning, noon and at night. 

 He knows what it feeds on, and what insects are expected in 

 every month. He can tell you about the winds and thunder- 

 storms, rain and fog, and their effect upon the trout, and what 

 flies to use imder any condition, and that it is not all in the fishing 

 is suggested. 



In canoeing in the lakes of Canada, especially one that himg 

 in the hills Hke a crystal, I found in many a quiet nook masses 

 of haJf-submerged branches, which I at first took for the work of a 

 beaver, but investigation showed that it was a shelter carefully 

 arranged by some good friend of brook-trout so that they could 

 spawn in the necessary seclusion. In New England the charrs 

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