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the pool below drew blank, and it was borne in 
upon me that fishing in waders half full of water 
is too uncomfortable to be tolerated at any 
price. I would cross to the bank and get dry 
before proceeding any further. A plop away up 
the river recalled the eddy where I had seen 
that fish jumping. I had not fished that eddy. 
Perhaps it would be better to walk up the bank 
and put a fly over it before emptying my 
waders; it must be just round the corner. But 
it was not just round the corner, nor was it 
just round the next corner, nor the next, and I 
had to scramble over a mile on rocky bank be¬ 
fore I arrived at the place. A well-directed cast 
sent the fly into the wash of the stream with 
plenty of slack line, so that the current would 
carry it back under the rock where the fish 
would most likely be lying. No need to make a 
second cast, for the line tightened suddenly, 
and the next moment a bass leaped a couple of 
feet out of the water and raced off down stream. 
He put up the best fight I had had that day, and 
added rather over 2*4 pounds to the “fisher¬ 
man’s counterpoise’’ on my back. 
There was still half a mile or so of water 
down near the village which I had not fished, 
and to save time I took the road skirting the 
left bank of the river. About half way stands a 
dilapidated mill, and by wading across at this 
point a short cut through the fields may be 
reached. The stream has broken down the old 
mill dam, and nowadays the water pours over 
masses of debris, the remains of concrete piers, 
good lurking places for heavy bass. In a stickle 
on the near side were half a dozen fish rolling 
in the stream, probably suckers cleaning them¬ 
selves after spawning, but at the bottom some¬ 
thing was rising with an altogether different ac¬ 
tion. I stopped to investigate. The fly fell nicely 
on the far side of the stickle, and washed round 
over his nose. He snatched it as it passed, and 
was off down stream making a wave like the 
wash from a motor boat as he turned to seek 
refuge in the pool below. Stumbling down the 
pile of debris, I followed him into the pool, 
reeling in line as' I went. Away he shot, mak¬ 
ing for the open water; but I was using a io- 
foot 6-inch split cane rod, and gave him the butt, 
which caused him to alter his mind and return 
to the pool, where he swam slowly round, and 
eventually came to anchor about two yards 
from my feet. It was evident by this time that 
he was no bass, for his method of fighting was 
totally different; neither was he a sucker, for he 
played too fast, but whatever he was he had no 
intention of coming to the net. Though so 
close I could not see him, for the water was 
colored and nearly up to my armpits. Ten 
minutes passed, fifteen, twenty minutes, and he 
still kept close to my feet, the rod bent double 
in my hand. Occasionally I prodded at him 
with the wading staff, but he simply swam 
round, and came to rest again in the same place. 
I looked at my watch again, and found he had 
been on half an hour. I altered my tactics, and 
tried to pull him toward the shore, but he re¬ 
mained immovable. Then I lost my temper, 
and tried to kick him; but that was a mistake, 
for waders become buoyant in deep water—how¬ 
ever, I saved myself with the wading staff. 
Then I climbed a rock and pulled on him from 
a new direction. For a moment I thought he 
was giving in, for I felt the tension relax 
slightly; but he turned suddenly and rushed off 
down stream, taking out thirty yards of line 
and leaving only a couple of turns on the reel. 
I came off that rock in one stride, vowing to 
have him if I had to swim tor it, but it was 
useless. A plunge away down stream and a 
momentary glimpse of 2 feet of green back, 
then the fly came over to me with half a pound 
of flanned weed attached. He had chewed it 
out. The fish, I suppose, must have been a 
maskalopge, for no other fish in this water 
could have been of sufficient size to stand the 
strain of that rod unceasingly for thirty-five 
minutes. 
As I turned to get out of the water I passed 
a man who had been sitting on a rock watch¬ 
ing the whole performance. “He got off,” I 
remarked as I climbed the bank. “Oh!” he re¬ 
plied, “did you have a fish on?”—H. D. T., in 
the Field. 
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