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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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; there had been a smart rain on thepreceding day, and the water was well colored and run-ning strong. I had made but a few casts when a largesea trout took my fly, and it splashed around consider-ably before I could land it. It spoiled my fly, and Iwas obliged to change it. Nothing wuss nor sea trout to spile flies, said Wil-liam, sententiously, as I paused for a moment to applysome intment to my neck, face and hands, the midgeshaving become savage. Yes, added Frere, their sharp, needle-like teethruin a good fly, and, if I can help it, I never hook onewith a salmon fly, it costs too much. While I was changing my flies, I continued, Istepped back upon the beach, and after a new fly wason I stopped to light my pipe, with my back to thepool, when suddenly I heard a loud splash. Turning onthe instant I saw the circles on the water vvdiere a heavyfish had evidently just sunk in the middle of the eddy. Ah! my beauty, I exclaimed, I thought you werethere, lets try for a better acquaintance.
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244 With Fly-Rod and Camera. I waded out again and began casting, and was soonfast to a large fish, which proved to be a four-pound red-spotted brook trout. The current was so strong and thefish so heavy that I could not prevent it from rushinginto the best part of the pool, when in a twinkling foursalmon jumped into the air almost 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 h

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