Glad to think that way,
too. We can spare the elk, and it will spur Bluff on to other hunting
deeds. He's had a taste now, and the fever will work on him."
Meanwhile, Jerry had started his fishing below the cataract. There were
places just at the end of the foam-splashed outlet of the big pool where
they had seen noble trout jumping, and it was here he dropped his flies.
After trying them a short time, and ascertaining that the trout paid
little attention to the feathery lure, practical Jerry actually
descended to the plebian angleworm, though he blushed when Frank came
over to watch him.
"Got to have some for supper, you know," he remarked. "Now, if I was
only doing this thing for the sport, nothing could tempt me to use live
bait. I'm at it in the strict commercial sense this time."
"I understand; and Jerry, let me tell you, the sportsman who, when
trout-hungry, refuses to go back to first principles, and use grubs and
worms after the fish refuse the fly, is to be pitied, that's all,"
laughed Frank.
"Hey! That's a dandy, all right! See him jump, will you? Wow! He's all
of two pounds, and as strong as an ox! I hope the leader holds.
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