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. And I felt positive that it had been
fish that had carried off my hooks, and I was determined to ascertain
what was the matter. So I went back to our tent and got a very long
leader, which I doubled a number of times. I knew that the thickness
would not frighten the fish, as the water was so cloudy. I fixed a
strong hook to that, upon which was a fine grasshopper, and going to
one of the places where my friends said I had been "snagged," I cast
it over, and away it all went, which proved that I had caught
something that could at least act like a fish.
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