274 Fish Stories 



of line in as clever a straight-away run as I have ever seen. 

 It has been my fortune, my luck, to catch a number of these 

 logy cousins of the battling muskallunge, but in a long and 

 active career, this was the only pickerel or pike that made 

 a good resistance, not exactly redeeming the tribe, but show- 

 ing the latent possibilities when really awakened. It is pos- 

 sible that this logy nature of the pickerel is due to the 

 method of capture. One of the best fly-casters I have had 

 the pleasure of fishing with, Mr. Alfred Beebe, of Portland,. 

 Oregon, assured me that the rainbows of the Klamath would 

 not jump, and apparently soon gave up when taken with 

 that barbaric but sometimes necessary contrivance known 

 as a spoon, the reverse holding with a fly. 



