The daily morning journal and courier., 1906-11-15

trout was gone, but he was bitterly disappointed when after a few mln-
 utes' play with the smaller trout, it,
 too, broke loose. It had doubtless
 the fly while it had the big trout to pull against. This pool yielded him for his basket single trout a foot long.
 When he reached the pool called the
 Cold Watch, boy was Wadlng the broad, shallow rifle at it's head catch ing clubs for eel bait, and when ask ed whether or not he had caught any trout, he said he did not fish for trout:
 Pap and Nam wouldn't eat 'em." The Young Angler began his casting over under the bigh wall of rock at the mountains foot, where a stronger cur rent gave some little motion 10 the Wa
 ter. He had put on a big coachman in place of a stone fly, and he could zee it's white wings riding the surface of the deep, black water when IlIty rect away He had fished all ot the likely water, and was finally fishing the pool some seventy-fve feet below the rliile, where the depth must have been htteen feet, when great wide trout rolled over on top of the water and struck the coarhman with might thud He could not tell the length of the trout for he had seen only it's round red side as it curved oyer the fly, but he knew that it was second to size only to the brown trout of Lewis Rlftie' He Icould not have asked for better place to hook big trout. The pool was so broad and deep and clear ot all ob- structions. the current was so gentle, and the landing place so gradual and smooth that he need only hold his 1lsh until exhausted and then tow 1t qulet> ly to his net. But the joint of the hook must have struck the bony him of the big mouth instead of the tough gristle lat the corner or under the tongue, for with few heavy tugs the fish was gone, and he was forced to leave this pool without a trout while the boy kept on a-ishing.
 He had one more chance on the Hess rifle before it wa S too dark to see his cast, and here ofrtune favored him, although meagrely, to his think ling. About half way doWa the rifle Buffalo Rock, a round, white gran ite boulder, as big as an omnibus, lay just in thA edge of the stream at the bottom of a low bank, The current had scooped out a deep, short pool just cn the outside of the boulder. and iR lbis pool he hooked a fifte on-inch trout that he was compelled ltt9ellly to drag, without any preliminary olayng, up the four-foot bank to his feet on the bar above Where he had expected q small fish to rise, big one had come with a rush, and had hooked itself so firmly that it took some time to ex- tract the hook. This rifle added two other trout of medium siege to his catch, and then the afternoon was over. But the fragrance of the ferns and the wet woods the murmuring of the stream and the plaintive whistle of the whip-poor- will, and the solemn grandeur and the lonely beauty of his beloved mountains in the deepening twilight had no charms for him as he went plodding up the muddy road to the hotel Oh, if he could have but held two of the four brg trout! Was | it not foolish always to say that the big trout get away? Why, of course, they get away Their chances of es- cape increase as the cube of their length in inches. He had put all his skill and knowledge into the struggle o,,I 4+fi1 loet po,,y trnytt ant ne +l,n dVn The contest was not fair one.
 The Old Angler came in an hour late that evening, and in his basket were twenty-inch brown trout and three thick heavy brook trout measured re- Ispectively fifteen, sixteen and eighteen inches. Where had he caught them, did they want to know? Why he had caught te brown trout on Lewis Rifle the eighteen-inch trout at the Cold Watch, and the other two at the Mountain Hole Did he have any trouble landing them? Why, of course not When a trout that was big enough to swallow a minnow bit for him it was headed straight for the frying pan. And what did they think? Some fool fly-fsherman had hooked and lost every one of the four trout not more than an hour before he had come along to rescue them from such kind of fish ing Fly-fshermen ought to fish runs and not the big streams where they just make the trout mad. Had any one beaten his record for the day? with a sly glance at the Young Angler; if not, he was still the champion trout fisherman of his part of the State.
 The Young Angler said little about the trout that he had caught and less about those he had lost. Maybe, it was all right that the old angler was stil
 the champion He thought his years for fishing were getting few and his activity and endurance were last wan. ling, while for himself, he was just coming into his prime and had before him many great days of curling waters and leaping trout when, perhaps, the big ones would not all get away. For. est and Stream,
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