Days On the Nepigon

ies, would pattern after his inoffensive example, life in the woods would be shorn of the one great feature bordering on hardship. On many streams, angling, like medicine, is an exact science. Not on these rapids, however, where it is simply seeking the monsters and catching them fairly. If you are only intent on matching your wits and skill against the trout's natural wariness, don't visit the Nepigon. For the Nepigon trout is an unsophisticated countryman, who has never comprehended the significance of a slender fly-rod shadow falling across his lurking place. The tread of the angler on the bank, the dropping of an anchor or the flash of a paddle, conveys no warning. He never realizes until too late the difference between the genuine insect falling helpless on the water and the imitation offered him with deadly intent. He rushes headlong into dangers his better educated brothers of smoother and quieter streams would instantly detect and avoid. Those trout, exceedingly suspicious and easily frightened, from almost constant association during the open season with the experts of angling, have developed their wariness and circumspection to an almost incredible degree. They have grown to be such masters of foraging cunningness and resources that no counterfeit presentment will pass muster, unless the most artistic and convincing methods are employed. On those streams that instinctive wrist-movement setting the steel must be practically simultaneous with the rise. ...