Some Angling Anticipations 



possible, as I discovered many months 

 afterward through the kind offices of 

 Mr. La Branche. On August 29, 1911, 

 I was fishing on that dehghtful stream, 

 the Willowemoc, having gone to De 

 Bruce to put in the last three days of 

 the season. In the afternoon I came 

 to a very beautiful pool— ^beautiful in 

 every way, but especially so from the 

 angler's view-point. The water was 

 dark and deep, and on the eastern 

 shore flowed rather swiftly by the edge 

 of a large rock on the bank. "Here is 

 where I am sure to take a trout worth 

 having," I thought, as I began to dry 

 my favorite whirling dun. All angling 

 instincts, natural and acquired, told me 

 that there should be large trout in this 

 pool. The place where I expected fully 

 to see the record trout rise was in the 

 neighborhood of the spot indicated by 

 the letter A, opposite the large rock 



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