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Title: With fly-rod and camera
Year: 1890 (1890s)
Authors: Samuels, Edward A. (Edward Augustus), 1836-1908
Subjects: Fishing Fishing
Publisher: New York, Forest and Stream Pub. Co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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s inquick succession and the leaps had sobered the fish, andif the fight were now forced, it was evident it would bea short one. The tactics which the salmon now adoptedwere such as every one who has been fast to one ofthese noble fish is acquainted with. Now he was apparently standing on his head in thewater, evidently rubbing his nose on the rocks on thebottom of the pool, to free himself from the barbed steel.Finding this unavailing, he would shake his head savagelylike a terrier worrying a rat. This also proving inejffectual,he would endeavor to wind the castino^ line about one ofthe rocks in the water, by which a purchase could be ob-tained, so that the hook could be twisted from its hold.All in vain, however, Frere kept his steady strain on therod, keenly watching every movement of the fish, andmeeting, with a sportsmans skill, all its ruses and at-tempts to escape. At length the tension of the line proved too greatfor the fish, and it began to show unmistakable signs offatigue.
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98 With Fly-Rod and Camera. Perceiving; this, Frere commenced reeling- in the Hne,all the time keeping the strain upon it. Suddenly, without any warning, the salmon gave amagnificent leap, and then plunging to the bottom, dartedto the shoal water down to the foot of the pool. Oh, or-ive him the butt, orive him the butt! we allshouted to Frere, but too late, Frere was doing- all thatthe rod could stand, but, passing like a flash down intothe stream, running out the line in a way that made thereel wildly whistle, the fish glided between two rocks inthe bed of the stream, turned across the shoals, and thensped back up the swift water and around another rock,thus securing leverage, and he was free. Too bad, too bad! I exclaimed. Frere made noreply but began reeling in his line which the fish hadcarried out to the extent of at least one hundred yards, Confound it all, exclaimed Hiram. He was awide-awake divil sure ! Yes, a fresh-run fish, added William, and full oflife. Life! any amount, s

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