He checked the trout before it got under the boat,
but dared not come down an inch, and then began his amusing further
elongation in reaching for his reel with one hand while he carried it
ten feet into the air with the other. A step-ladder would perhaps have
been more welcome to him just then than at any other moment during his
life. But the trout was saved, though my friend's buttons and
suspenders suffered.
We learned a new trick in fly-fishing here, worth disclosing. It was
not one day in four that the trout would take the fly on the surface.
When the south wind was blowing and the clouds threatened rain, they
would at times, notably about three o'clock, rise handsomely. But on
all other occasions it was rarely that we could entice them up through
the twelve or fifteen feet of water. Earlier in the season they are
not so lazy and indifferent, but the August languor and drowsiness were
now upon them. So we learned by a lucky accident to fish deep for
them, even weighting our leaders with a shot, and allowing the flies to
sink nearly to the bottom.
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