Outing . THE OUTING MAGAZINE. ZACH GARLAND, PASTMASTEROF THE ROD. whose prowess I had had more than alittle fear. He was casting as he came,working with obvious nervousness, andreeling in after each cast far too rap-idly to make his fly any temptation for asuspicious trout. Hows luck? Garland called out tohim, and there was a world of irony inhis smile. Glancing down at our finecatch, I was glad that, after his brag-ging, he had not found us quarryless. Rotten, he answered. Nothingdoing except with little ones I wasashamed to keep. His line was in a tangle from carelesscasting, we observed, as
Outing . THE OUTING MAGAZINE. ZACH GARLAND, PASTMASTEROF THE ROD. whose prowess I had had more than alittle fear. He was casting as he came,working with obvious nervousness, andreeling in after each cast far too rap-idly to make his fly any temptation for asuspicious trout. Hows luck? Garland called out tohim, and there was a world of irony inhis smile. Glancing down at our finecatch, I was glad that, after his brag-ging, he had not found us quarryless. Rotten, he answered. Nothingdoing except with little ones I wasashamed to keep. His line was in a tangle from carelesscasting, we observed, as we paddled to-ward the river mouth, determined to givehim full sway over the ripples which hadnow quieted down until not even hungrytrout would visit them in the hope offinding food. Its so fine a day, said Garland,well try the river from the falls bite mighty strong along theresometimes in the afternoons. From noon to sunset, in an entirelydifferent kind of fishing problem, we reveled, while our baskets filled slowl
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