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■would have had the sun in its eyes if it had risen 
when the fly passed over it, but, as it happened, 
when it did rise its head was turned from the 
glare, wherefore it must be regarded as a very 
unlucky fish. For had not eight others all had 
their amusement in playing with danger, and 
yet escaped scot-free! The tale of woe, how¬ 
ever, was not yet complete. It was some time 
before feeding trout could be found, but then 
two were discerned rising freely, one below the 
■other, at an interval of a few yards, under the 
shelter and in the shade of a high, precipitous 
bank. The nearest trout took a ginger-dun at 
once, and so as not to expose myself to the 
ken of the other I played the trout down to the 
vicinity of a thorn bush, behind which I was 
well concealed. The bush stood well clear of 
the water, and, the psychological moment hav¬ 
ing arrived, I was getting the net ready for 
action, when, to my horror, the trout slipped 
under a low branch which was well under water, 
and till then had never been observed by me. 
Of course, the next moment the fish was free, 
and it was I who was caught—in the bush! 
Putting on a similar fly, I presented it to the 
upper trout, and at once hooked it, and played 
it till it was beaten, and then the net was 
stretched out to complete the drama; but an¬ 
other mishap was in store. The bag of the net 
refused to hang down, and to see what was the 
matter I shortened my hold of the handle. I 
suspected a thorn twig was hitched up some¬ 
where in the net, but while I was fumbling with 
it in my left hand, and my attention was momen¬ 
tarily wandering from the captive, the rod sud¬ 
denly straightened; the prospective victim had 
escaped, while at the same moment the net 
bagged out as well as could be desired. Round 
the adjacent bend a nice fish was feeding in the 
middle of the stream, which here turned in the 
opposite direction to the sun, and this time 
everything went right; the trout rose, was 
hooked, and speedily landed. A little farther 
on a fine trout was feeding at the tail of a weed 
bed in rather a sharp stream, and, though it turned 
more than once toward my fly, it was in such 
shallow water that, like most trout similarly 
placed, it was extra cautious, and, presently sus¬ 
pecting danger, it left the spot and went up 
stream. At the very edge of the current, shel¬ 
tering under a piece of overhanging grass, and 
in water scarcely deep enough to cover its back, 
a moderate-sized fish was lazily taking an oc¬ 
casional fly, so I spent a few moments trying to 
beguile it; but, though it came out once from 
its lair and followed my fly, it was so tardy in 
its movements that the fly began to drag with 
the current; the trout took the hint and also 
departed up stream. I was on the point of 
scrambling up the bank to seek a fresh place, 
when I saw the first trout coming down stream, 
and directly it reached the old spot at the tail 
of the weed it made a quick turn and at once 
began feeding. With renewed hope I slipped 
back into the stream, trusting the short excur¬ 
sion might have dissipated former suspicions, 
and, casting over the fish, I had the satisfaction 
of seeing it rise and finding it well hooked. It 
fought well, and had to be held hard to keep 
it out of the weed bed, but, having put 011 a 
00 double hook for its especial benefit, I had 
faith in the hold being secure, and it came safely 
into the net. Before unhooking and weighing 
it I returned to the bank, as no other fish was 
within sight, and it just touched iR> pounds. 
Having put on and oiled another fly, I was 
again in the act of clambering up the bank, 
when, to my utmost astonishment, I saw the 
apparent “double” of the very trout that had 
just been caught sail down in a similar manner 
to the other, take up the identical same position 
at the tail of the weed bed. and begin rising. 
Eagerly I, too, repeated my tactics, and a 
moment afterward this fish also seized my fly 
and was firmly hooked. It fought hard for the 
weed bed, and at last, finding it was foiled, it 
threw itself into the air and fell into the middle 
of the weeds, when I distinctly saw it seize a 
weed in its mouth, and there it lay on the very 
top of them, holding on to the weed. Though 
it should have disappeared overhead in the 
weeds, it was kept on the surface by the one it 
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