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FOREST AND STREAM 
August, 1919 * 
three miles or maybe less, it was an all 
day trip. Jack told me there was a 
^ood trail on the east side of the- stream. 
There -may be. I did not find it. And 
what I_sai9 about him -and his trail that 
day was ehough. I wished he had been ' 
there a thousand times by actual count, 
so, if I could not have taken it out on 
him, the flies would have anyway. 
T he Ashing was very indifferent all 
the next day. It was very bright 
and hot until about five o’clock when 
we got back to camp. However, it was 
all in the game. Friend C on the west 
bank had an even worse time than I had, 
if that were possible. Dick only got 
as far as the first falls down stream, 
but again the gad was loaded. This 
time he stayed in bounds and his string 
was a credit to anyone, even a bait 
fisherman. After a good supper things 
looked brighter and we decided to g> 
back to the Nagagami for the evening. 
I took the east bank and Friend C 
the west bank. Jack, I should explain 
lived at the bridge over the Nagagami. 
He had my old ground of Saturday night, 
and before going to fish we called on 
him. He was just cooking supper and 
we waited until he had finished. He 
had a roaring fire in a small tin stove 
with a straight pipe to the roof of the 
shack. Just as he was about hali through 
w'ith his meal, the roof caught fire and 
we made a wild dash to the river to get 
water to throw on it. Friend C, however, 
seized a pail of water that was behind 
the stove and dashed the contents on 
the roof. The pail contained in addi- 
tion to the water, Jack’s washing and 
two pairs of. socks. By the time we got 
back C had the fire under control. After 
the smoke had cleared aw-ay, Jack said, 
“Well, this is the first fire I have had 
to put out this summer.” 
I had quite a time getting down the 
east bank of the Nagagami and to make 
matters worse, got nothing. I realized 
I had to get back in daylight, so did not 
stay long, coming back up to the bridge 
about eight o’clock. I had taken my 
rod down and put away my tackle and 
was sitting down about halfway up the 
bank, looking out over the river, when 
just above the bridge about twenty-five 
yards away I saw a beautiful fish jump 
full length out of the water. This was 
too much for me and I put the rod to- 
gether, got about ten yards up the 
stream above him and started to get out 
enough line to reach the spot where 
he was. Presently I had enough line 
out and put the fly right over the place 
where he went up the last time and on 
the second cast he rose beautifully mak- 
ing a clean break. I drew and felt the 
hook set into him and he started for 
mid-stream. I gave him all the line he 
wanted. He made a big curve do'W'n 
stream and headed for the jam pile at 
the middle pier of the bridge. When he 
got ten feet from it I was giving him 
the butt of the rod so strong that I 
expected to see him turn up-sream. Not 
he, however, and it was stop him or 
lose my tackle and stop him I did, 
about five feet from the edge of the 
jam, so hard that his tail came out 
of the water and stayed out. After 
tw'o or three minutes, in w’hich I fully 
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753 East 32nd St., Brooklyn, N. Y. 
ROBERT H. ROCKWELL 
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