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was never any cause for alarm. MacArthur 
reeled him in, let him run, reeled him in again, 
and, after the usual fuss and bungling with the 
net, I got him to land— 2 f 4 pounds. Mac¬ 
Arthur was dumb with delight. When I had 
recovered the power of speech I said: “You 
now see how easy dry-fly fishing really is. Any 
man who can cast as you do may fish a chalk 
stream with every prospect of success.” I ad¬ 
vised him to go up the river and practice on his 
own account. “All you have to do,” I said, “is 
to avoid drag and pull in your slack, and for¬ 
get that you ever thought there was anything 
difficult about this game.” 
The really remarkable feature of this story 
is that at the end of the day MacArthur ad¬ 
mitted that the capture of his first trout was a 
fluke, whereas it was not; it was the masterly 
cast that did it. MacArthur, though he had 
never fished a chalk stream, knew more about 
casting than nine dry-fly anglers out of ten 
that you will meet in conversation. But though 
he brought back two other fish, he had acquired 
a respect—a quite proper respect—for the many 
which he had failed to take, and in the light of 
this experience he was inclined to belittle his 
first supreme performance. He was enchanted 
with his sport, but by no means puffed up, and 
he was as ready as ever to sit at my feet and 
hear me talk, in spite of my having caught 
nothing more. Subsequently, during that sea¬ 
son, he beat my take every time, and I think 
he must have modified his view of my dexterity. 
But he never let me see this. Which shows, 
first, what a magnificent nature is MacArthur’s, 
and, secondly, that a first-rate wet fly angler 
who approaches a chalk stream with the proper 
rod and line, and takes an instructor in whom 
he has implicit confidence, can do as well as 
anybody, if he will only follow that instructor’s 
hints to the letter. But I have to hear of the 
dry-fly man who mastered wet-fly fishing in a 
season, or in five seasons. Two things are 
necessary to both arts, an apparatus and manual 
skill. But to the wet-fly game must be added 
knowledge. And the greatest of these is knowl¬ 
edge.—W. Quilliam, in the Field. 
FISHING FOR SALMON. 
Ever go salmon fishing? If so, you have ex¬ 
perienced the most exciting, exhilarating and 
ecstatic piscatorial sport. If not, what’s the 
use of asking why? The bay that bounds the 
beaches and cliffs of Santa Cruz beckons every 
day. The fish are abundant, and as a rule easy 
game. 
To take salmon you don’t have to secure a 
license, and equip yourself with arms and am¬ 
munition, not even with fish tackle and bait. 
You engage a boatman, and he does the rest. 
He will have rods, reels, lines, hooks, sinkers, 
bait, a grab net and a gaff. All there is for you 
to do is to pay the boatman and look pleasant— 
the fishing is yours. 
For a certainty there is a boat ride on the 
bay, worth the price at any time, and the 
chances are all in favor of taking from one to 
ten salmon in a morning’s expedition. And 
then there is lots of fun before you start, listen¬ 
ing to the jingle of the alarm clock, turning out 
of bed in the presence of the electric light, pre¬ 
paring your own breakfast, and hiking down to 
the wharf before 5 o’clock A. M. It makes a 
crack in the crust of habit that is growing all 
over you and encasing your very thoughts. It 
gives you a new sensation of being boss of 
yourself when you can get out of the rut, to 
make such a venture. 
For salmon fishing the Santa Cruzan has two 
points of departure. He can start from the 
local wharf or he can leave for the Capitola 
wharf via the first trolley car. Some prefer 
one fishing ground and some another. Good 
luck and poor has been found a-plenty from 
both places this year. Then there are two 
kinds of conveyances, the old-fashioned, time- 
honored rowboats, with a lateen sail for the 
wind when it rises; the same boat that floated 
on the sea of Galilee two thousand years ago, 
the same one that puts out from every port on 
the Mediterranean, in this year of 1910; and the 
