With fly-rod and camera . simultaneously, prob-ably having been stirred up by the casting line strikingthem as the trout dashed in their midst. Whew, what a kick up they made. One was asmall fish only of about eight pounds weight; two were,I should judge, about twelve pounds each, and the otherwas an old patriarch of about thirty pounds. Now, thereis not another pool in the Dominion that is better thanthat one to kill a salmon in, and I was just wild to tryconclusions with the bie one. I landed that trout in theshortest possible time, and putting on a large bright flyon account of the depth an
With fly-rod and camera . simultaneously, prob-ably having been stirred up by the casting line strikingthem as the trout dashed in their midst. Whew, what a kick up they made. One was asmall fish only of about eight pounds weight; two were,I should judge, about twelve pounds each, and the otherwas an old patriarch of about thirty pounds. Now, thereis not another pool in the Dominion that is better thanthat one to kill a salmon in, and I was just wild to tryconclusions with the bie one. I landed that trout in theshortest possible time, and putting on a large bright flyon account of the depth and color of the water, I begancasting again. 1 worked, I should think, a good quarterof an hour, but not a rise rewarded my efforts. I thenchanged for a big showy silver doctor that I bought ofScribner, of St. John. That started the salmon, and such fun as they hadwith me! Sometimes one would come up, and often twoat a time; they leaped all around the fliy and over it,and the big one actually jumped into the air after it;. 246 With Fly-Rod and Camera. they cavorted around there for a long time playing withthe fly, but did not offer to take it. This was quite anew experience with me in salmon fishing, although I hadseen trout play the same capers. Well, I held that pool the entire day, changing fliesand casting, and resting it, in the vain expectation of get-ting one of the fish. Several times during the day didthey repeat their mornings performance, and the big onewas just as playful as the others; but greatly to my dis-gust I finally had to abandon the pool and its capriciousinhabitants, and go home, a sadder yet wiser man. After all. Doctor, exclaimed Frere, laughing, youhad the air and exercise, as your friend used to say. He had that, indeed, added William, chuckling, awhole day at it without hooking a salmon, it ought tocure dyspepsia; but what sort of a river is the Margareethat you have spoken about so many times? I shouldthink it must be fine. It is a fine river, I repli
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