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offer possibilities, and by allowing the fly to sink 
I got another pluck but missed again. A bass 
seems never to come twice at a fly, and in this 
respect differs from the trout which will come 
again and again if missed at the first onset. 
The next pool was occupied by a boat which 
was itself occupied by four hilarious bait fisher¬ 
men; but just above a small creek ran in, and 
here I caught my first bass. He was lying just 
between two boulders, and took the fly almost 
as soon as it touched the water. The fight put 
up by a bass has been described to me as “one 
rush, and then it’s all over.” I agree about the 
rush, for the fish took out 10 yards of line be- 
• fore I knew he was hooked; but I found that it 
was by no means all over, and though he there¬ 
after contented himself by jumping and plung¬ 
ing, fought gamely till he was safe in the net. 
Omy i/ 4 ‘P 0 und, but a well-shaped fish in good 
condition. The rest of the way up to the dam 
was all likely looking water; but not a rise 
could I get, the monotony being only broken by 
a green rock bass hooked through the back fin, 
and my creel still held only the one solitary fish 
when I rejoined my companions under the 
shadow of the mill for lunch. I found they had 
each eight or nine bass to their credit, though no 
one had taken anything much over a pound in 
weight. After lunch, feeling that ample tribute 
had been paid to the voice of experience. I dis¬ 
carded the ibis and put up the peacock fly which 
some one had irreverently named the “wall¬ 
eyed filly.” 
Away on the far side was a place where the 
bank had caved in, forming a partial obstruction 
round which the stream washed into a large 
eddy below. My attention had been directed to 
this place by a fish jumping four or five times 
during lunch. The leap of a bass is a pretty 
thing to watch and is quite distinct from that 
of a trout. There is no wriggle or twist as 
there is when the latter is sporting or trying to 
catch the caperers hovering over the surface of 
the water, but a graceful sweep like an elaborate 
head and shoulder rise a foot or more above 
the. surface and a yard in length, coming up 
again a few feet further on and repeating the 
performance as if traveling on an invisible 
switchback. The river here was too deep to 
cross, but by wading out waist deep a cast 
might just reach beyond the center of the eddy, 
where the wash of the stream would carry the 
fly round behind the rock, d he theory was ex¬ 
cellent, and doubtless the practice would have 
come up to it, but in angling little things occur 
which are apt to upset theories. The little thing 
in this instance was a rolling stone; had it been 
content with upsetting merely the theory I 
should not have complained, but—however, the 
water is warm at this time of year, and' my 
waders did not get unreasonably full. While 1 
was struggling back to shallower water, with 
the fly dragging behind, a bass very obligingly 
hooked himself and joined his brother in the 
creel. He seemed to have risen near a small 
stickle which revealed the position of a sub¬ 
merged reef. I had quite intended to return to 
the bank and get dry before fishing again, but 
the temptation to make just one cast over this 
place was too great, and I retraced my steps 
toward the center of the river. The first cast 
fell short, so another had to be made; then i 
seemed a pity not to try the rock just beyond, 
an idea that was justified, for behind and 
around it I got four fish in four casts, which 
elicited a rude inquiry from across the river as 
to whether I was using a leaded hook. 
Then a fish rose further down the river, and 
had to be stalked at once, so as not to lose the 
place, by which time I had come to the con¬ 
clusion that a little water in one’s waders is 
really not uncomfortable on a hot day. The 
next two pools added a brace each to the 
catch, and one or two small fish that were given 
their liberty, after which my creel was begin¬ 
ning to feel heavy, and I decided that anything 
under \ l / 2 pounds should thenceforward be re¬ 
turned. There were some good shelves of rock 
ahead, which ought to shelter fish of better size; 
but, if so, they continued to shelter them, for 
I got nothing from that stretch of water. The 
narrows were fished carefully, but drew blank, 
the creek where I got my first fish drew blank] 
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