
Drawn by Courtenay Brandreth 
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“Next moment a land-locked salmon broke water in a dazzling leap” 
cess. Neither species ever bit well, 
although they grew to considerable 
size before finally disappearing. 
About half a mile from the lake I 
have been referring to, where the sal- 
mon planting proved such an indisput- 
able success, there is a small body of 
water which I will call Beavertail 
Pond. Into this some/time ago were 
introduced, among other things, in- 
cluding Brown and Rainbow trout, a 
few cans of land-locked Salmon year- 
lings. They yielded good results for 
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several years, and then appeared to 
gradually die out, until only an occa- 
sional individual was taken and most 
people forgot there were any there. 
One afternoon in May, not very long 
ago, I visited Beavertail Pond with the 
purpose of catching a mess of speckled 
trout. I went alone, and land-locked 
salmon were as far from my mind as 
anything could possibly be. As a mat- 
ter of fact, I had forgotten, like a good 
many others, that there were ever any 
in these particular waters. Before I 
returned to camp that evening, now- 
ever, I had a battle with a salmon 
that outdid anything in the line of 
fresh-water fishing I have ever had the 
good fortune to experience. 
It was an overcast day, threatening 
rain, with a heavy gale blowing from 
the south. As I rowed across the big 
lake to the landing of the “carry” that 
led to Beavertail Pond, the white-cap- 
ped waters came tumbling under the 
bow of the boat, tossing her about in 
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