With fly-rod and camera . le casting stands, and thebeach on the eastern shore also gave abundance of roomfor one to get out a long line over the best water inthe pool. Frere chose the ledo;e on the western shore, near thehead, while I took the beach on the other side. His flywas a handsome Jock Scott, and mine a Tomah Joe,that fly with white body, yellow hackle, and wings madeof the barred black and white feathers of the wood orsummer duck, that is so killing with the land-locks, andI will say the common salmon also, for I have first andlast killed in different waters quite a number with it,
With fly-rod and camera . le casting stands, and thebeach on the eastern shore also gave abundance of roomfor one to get out a long line over the best water inthe pool. Frere chose the ledo;e on the western shore, near thehead, while I took the beach on the other side. His flywas a handsome Jock Scott, and mine a Tomah Joe,that fly with white body, yellow hackle, and wings madeof the barred black and white feathers of the wood orsummer duck, that is so killing with the land-locks, andI will say the common salmon also, for I have first andlast killed in different waters quite a number with it, al-though in every case I was told by my guide that it wasno crood for salmon. I remember of an instance evenof a guide offering to wager his days pay that that flywould not rise a salmon anywhere, yet inside of ten min-utes I had one hooked and saved with it. Mine was a much lighter fly than Freres, but I choseit because my casting would be entirely in the shade ofthe forest on the east side of the river, while his would. 200 With Fly-Rod and Camera. be on the much lighter west side, beyond the shadowsof the trees. In a bend of the pool, and near the foot, thoughbeyond my reach, was a mass of old logs and brokentrees which had drifted in there and had anchored to theside and bottom of the pool. I had noticed it on thepreceding evening and meant to have made an effort toclear it away, for it would be a nasty place for a salmonto run into; but I forgot to attend to it, and neverthought of the mass again until I began casting. Theattempt, however, would have been futile, as we after-ward found, for the tangled stuff, tree limbs, old stumpsand roots anchored in ten feet of water, would have beenbeyond our combined strength; an ox team Avith heavychains would have been needed to remove it. Frere beeran castincr in the foam and boil below therapids, and, covering the water thoroughly in his usualsportsmanlike manner, had his fly in a short time in thechoicest part of the middle wate
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