At A Little Landing We Found Two
Row-Boats, And Getting In These We Were Soon Out On The Lake.
If one goes to Fish Lake just for sport, and can be contented with
taking in two or three
Fish during an all day's hard work, flies
should be used always, but if one gets up there when the shadows are
long and one's dinner is depending upon the fish caught, one might as
well begin at once with grasshoppers - at least, that is what I did. I
carried a box of fine yellow grasshoppers up with me, and I cast one
over before the boat had fairly settled in position. It was seized the
instant it had touched the water, and down, down went the trout, its
white sides glistening through the clear water. For some reason still
unaccountable I let it go, and yard after yard of line was reeled out.
Perhaps, after all, it was fascination that kept me from stopping the
plunge of the fish, that never stopped until the entire line was let
out. That brought me to my senses, and I reeled the fish up and got a
fine trout, but I also got at the same time an uncontrollable longing
for land. To be in a leaky, shaky old boat over a watery, bottomless
pit, as the one that trout had been down in, was more than I could
calmly endure, so with undisguised disgust Faye rowed me back to the
landing, where I caught quite as many fish as anyone out in the boats.
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