AMATEUR PHOTO BY M J. ELROD 



BOATS OF THE BIOLOGICAL STATION, FLAT HEAD LAKE, MONTANA. 



yond, the river makes an abrupt turn to the 

 left and enters Flathead lake. This en- 

 trance makes a perfect harbor for boats, 

 and the second picture shows 2 of the Sta- 

 tion boats in the harbor. The Biological 

 Station has been established at this place 



because of the numerous attractions in 

 scenery, hunting, fishing, bathing and col- 

 lecting. It is an ideal spot for outdoor 

 work and study, in the midst of beautiful 

 scenery, offering numerous allurements to 

 the student of nature. 



MY FIRST TWO-POUNDER. 



J. R. HOWE. 



I stand beside this mountain stream 



With fishing rod in hand, 

 With wicker creel and shining reel, 



A two-pound trout to land. 



My set of flies I cast far out 



Into the sparkling deep 

 Where, with a dash and gleam and splash. 



The jeweled beauties leap. 



An instant my brown hackle lies 



Upon the crystal pool. 

 When catching sight a fish so bright 



Springs from the depths so cool. 



A silver gleam, a whirl, I strike 



And instantly I feel 

 The lancewood rod bend down and nod, 



And hear the screeching reel. 



He struggles fiercely, here and yon 



With frenzied dash and dart. 

 With strength so strong and 'durance long 



I fear the silk may part. 



But soon the strain begins to tell 



Upon his weakened might; 

 And, near, I now — two pounds I vow 



He'll weigh — draw him in sight. 



With anxious mind and trembling hand 



The landing net I grasp ; 

 With a quick dip, my prize I slip 



Within the meshes' clasp. 



And on the mossy bank I lay 



The victim of the bout. 

 And proudly view with true love, due, 



My first two-pound brook trout. 



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