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FOREST AND STREAM 
June, 1922 
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grant odors of ferns and flowers 
drenched in the evening dews floated 
from time to time across my way. I 
wondered if all the world could produce 
a more contented man than a fisherman 
returning home at the end of a success- 
ful day at his favorite sport. 
THE FINE ART OP 
SALMON FISHING 
{Continued from page 248) 
the Scot, master canoeman that he is, 
had swung his canoe straight into the 
current and, eluding the danger of the 
final sweep of the pool, was following the 
fish fast, while I, with a strain already 
telling, rewound the cuttyhunk as fast 
as possible. Reaching out with his pole 
the guardian released the line and for 
a few moments we breathed easily as 
the two canoes were beached. 
\Vhat to do with a hooked fish is an 
intuitive calling which no one believes, 
for in this case all three of us were at 
one time giving directions. We followed 
down the mean shore. The line caught 
under light branches which had to be 
removed. We lost line to regain it. We 
straightened the rod still further, and, 
jumping into the canoes, pushed off and 
followed through the second piece of fast 
water. But all the time that rod re- 
sponded, as A'ainly, moving from spot to 
spot, I looked, about for a place to bring 
the salmon to gaff. Never for a second 
did the butt leave my left fingers. After- 
wards, the Scot had to massage that arm 
to straighten out the crook, for at the 
end of an hour we were a half mile 
downstream and the fish still in the mid- 
dle of the river. 
Some instinct tells one just how much 
pressure he dares put on a hooked sal- 
mon. I was confronted with a beach at 
the best a yard in width and with a 
shelving bank above it. The Scot, gaff 
in hand, hovered near the water a few 
yards below me, the sun full in his eyes 
and the fish above him. The guardian 
stood at my elbow and held back bushes 
till finally, near the shore, I located a 
tiny backwater where I hoped to bring 
the salmon in. I wound in all the line 
I dared. I turned till the handle of the 
reel refused to budge and then I thought 
of a plan I had never tried. I found that 
by backing up along the shore as far as 
T dared, the fish would follow just a 
little. Then by walking downshore to- 
ward the fish I could retrieve the line 
a few feet at a time. On the third or 
fourth attempt I managed to get the 
salmon above the Scot, who was unable 
to see him and as the gaff missed, the 
salmon tore out for the center of the 
river. Again was the same proceeding 
followed and as the end of the leader 
neared the tip the Scot struck sure and 
fast and waded ashore. On the scales 
six hours later he weighed just 27 
pounds, or 28 when fresh from the water. 
T here is a pool on the Whispering 
for which the Scot and I have a 
vast respect ; a mystery-pool, treacherous 
to the unwary, forty feet if a foot ia 
