Our Camp Is Near Smith's Fork Of Snake River, And Not Far From The Camp Is Another Fork That Never Has Fish In It - So Everyone Tells Us. That Seemed So Strange, For Both Streams Have The Same Water From The Stream Above, And The Same Rocky Beds.

One day I thought I would try the stream, as Smith's fork was so muddy we could not fish

In that. There had been a storm up in the mountains that had caused both streams to rise, so I caught some grasshoppers to bait with, as it would be useless, of course, to try flies. I walked along the banks of the swollen stream until I saw a place where I thought there should be a trout, and to that little place the grasshopper was cast, when snap! went my leader. I put on another hook and another grasshopper, but the result was precisely the same, so I concluded there must be a snag there, although I had supposed that I knew a fish from a snag! I tried one or two other places, but there was no variation - and each time I lost a leader and hook.

In the meantime a party had come over from camp, Faye among them, and there had been much good advice given me - and each one had told me that there were no fish ever in that stream; then they went on up and sat down on the bank under some trees. I was very cross, for it was not pleasant to be laughed at, particularly by women who had probably never had a rod in their hands.

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