I LED HIM INTO SHALLOW WATER. 



AMATEUR PHOTO BY FRANK V. MLYfcH. 



anything that would rise to a fly. Follow- 

 ing the road up stream 3 miles to the 

 Dominie's meadow. I put into the water. 

 My first trial was with Grizzly King and 

 Queen of Water, but it was fully y 2 an 

 hour before a trout rose to the Queen. 

 He did not take it, however, and I was 

 satisfied the trout would have nothing to 

 do with royalty that morning. I then 

 changed to Cow Dung and Black Gnat. 

 I was quickly rewarded, as a German rose 

 and took the Cow Dung on the second 

 break. After a little fighting I landed him 

 and found he measured 12 inches. That 

 was encouraging. After awhile another 

 rose to Cow Dung. I whipped him out 

 without ceremony, but he fell off the hook 

 in a clump of alders. I secured my next 

 German. 9 inches long. Not to lose your 

 first trout is an omen of good luck. In 3 

 hours I had in my creel 9 Germans. 4 

 California, and 3 brook trout of 10 and 12 

 inches, nearly all taken on Cow Dung. 

 The brook trout I captured on No. 10 

 Black Gnat. As the sun rose higher, I 

 changed to Great Dun and Cahill. The 

 tiout seemed to fancy the Cahill, as I 

 landed 3 Germans and one brook. Half 

 an hour later I again changed to Cow 

 Dung and Coachman. 



In rounding one of the large rocks in 

 midstream, I cast in a deep hole. No 

 sooner had my fly alighted than I received 

 a shock that almost upset me. My rod 

 bent double. Something gave way. It was 



my Cow Dung. One of the 4 or 5 pound 

 Germans took it. I was not quite prepared 

 for this big fellow, but they will occa- 

 sionally strike and they usually tear every- 

 thing to pieces. I tied on another Cow 

 Dung and proceeded down stream. Ar- 

 riving at Hoyt's pool I cast in the rift at 

 its head and pulled out a California that 

 measured 14 inches. At the docker, or 

 breakwater, I caught a 12 inch German, 

 making my 22d fish for the morning's 

 catch. When I reached the old mill hole 

 Frank, with his camera, was ahead of me. 

 taking views of the creek. I did not get 

 a strike there, so I stopped. I had changed 

 to King and Queen a number of times, but 

 could do absolutely nothing with them. In 

 previous years those flies, as well as the 

 Professor, could always be relied on. It 

 seemed that the Cow Dung, Cahill, Black 

 Gnat and Coachman were the killers. I 

 had covered 3 miles in $]/ 2 hours and did 

 justice to my trout breakfast. 



About 4 o'clock I again took up my rod 

 and creel for the creek, fishing down 

 stream from the house about one mile 

 until 7 o'clock. My catch was 4 Germans, 

 2 California and 2 brook, measuring 9 to 

 12 inches. My total catch for the day was 

 30 and as fine a lot of trout as was ever 

 pulled out of the old Beaver. After supper, 

 Frank and Marshall D. went to the docker 

 hole and returned at 9 o'clock with 2 Ger- 

 mans of about one pound each. 



The previous July, Marshall D. had 



