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In writing to Advertisers mention Forest and Stream, 
When the Fish Loses 
the Battle 
Not All the Big Ones Get 
Away, as this Story Shows 
By GEORGE B. COUPEN 
N perusing stories of adventure, espe- 
cially those about fishing, one is apt 
to get the idea that the “big fellows” 
get away. Here are some actual in- 
stances wherein it would appear that 
hard luck was all on the side of the fish. 
One evening I had fished in the East 
Gallatin River, in Montana, until dusk 
began to gather and I had to hurry to 
get back to the road where I had left 
my bicycle. As I passed a most favor- 
able pool I could not resist one more 
try. I was using a pure white fly that 
had proven a good lure that evening. 
There was a rapid at the head of the 
pool and heavy brush on the opposite 
side which hung down into the water. 
As I hurriedly made the cast it was 
plain that I had over- 
reached and the hook 
would surely catch in 



well up into the riffle, and as the hook 
floated down to imitate the actions of 
an insect endeavoring to escape from 
the water. A small willow was bent 
over and lying flat in the water where 
the riffle entered the pool. As the riffle 
was shallow and the trout would not 
come far from their hiding place, it was 
necessary to work the baited hook down 
to within a few inches of the brush. 
This was done by a gentle upward pull, 
then a slackening of the line, allowing 
the hook to float down stream a few 
feet at a time. 
HE willow was slanted down stream 
and reflected the current over to- 
wards my side. By the time the hook 
reached the beginning 
se of the brush there 
was so much line out 
the brush. <A quick I could know of its 
backward action was = position only by 
necessary. The fly Sa bringing it close to 
snapped back and fell Ne the surface. By tight- 
into the water with a oe ening the line I held 
slack line and only a YL the hook away and 
few inches from the AAA slipped it down- 
brush. A second ef- & stream half-way past 
fort was necessary to i the brush. | Still no 
save the fly. A big MM strike. Surely there 
trout down below had tax was at least one trout 
also become worried ) —ZZy in that splendid hid- 
lest the “fly” should wus ea J ing place. I must risk 
be carried into the 73 sa ® ZA one more chance that 
brush and be lost. =e the hook would be 
Evidently he was =e carried into the brush. 
headed down stream 
and his pull was op- 
posite to mine. The unexpected pull 
jerked the rod from my hand and it 
fell clattering on the gravel. I dropped 
my landing net and made a grab for 
the rod. 
Bese I could get hold of the 
handle of the reel a whiz told me 
the fish had made another run of fif- 
teen or twenty feet down stream. It 
would not do to bring him back near 
the brush, so I had to follow down, and 
after a few minutes’ playing I slid him 
out on a gently sloping sandy beach. 
A two-pound trout in hard luck. 
At another time, a few rods away in 
the same stream, I was fishing on a day 
when the trout insisted on grasshoppers 
for their noonday meal. They were 
lying at the foot of the riffles and to 
get them to bite it was necessary to cast 
I slacked off and al- 
lowed the hook to go 
to the last possible inch of safety 
judged by the distance the tip of the 
rod moved. All my nicely-timed efforts 
had failed. I quickly swung the tip to- 
wards the shore and pulledhard. Judge 
my surprise when another big trout was 
pulled clear of the water but fell back 
in the shallows near the shore. I 
thought he was gone, but upon winding 
up on the reel I found him still fast, 
and an easily sloping shore allowed me 
to slide the stupefied fish out. Another 
tale of hard luck, for the fish. 
U PON another occasion I was fishing 
in the West Gallatin River, a much 
larger stream flowing along the west 
side of the famous Gallatin Valley. It 
was in the midst of the irrigating sea- 
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