In the Wilderness eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 127 pages of information about In the Wilderness.

In the Wilderness eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 127 pages of information about In the Wilderness.

It is well known that no person who regards his reputation will ever kill a trout with anything but a fly.  It requires some training on the part of the trout to take to this method.  The uncultivated, unsophisticated trout in unfrequented waters prefers the bait; and the rural people, whose sole object in going a-fishing appears to be to catch fish, indulge them in their primitive taste for the worm.  No sportsman, however, will use anything but a fly, except he happens to be alone.

While Luke launched my boat and arranged his seat in the stern, I prepared my rod and line.  The rod is a bamboo, weighing seven ounces, which has to be spliced with a winding of silk thread every time it is used.  This is a tedious process; but, by fastening the joints in this way, a uniform spring is secured in the rod.  No one devoted to high art would think of using a socket joint.  My line was forty yards of untwisted silk upon a multiplying reel.  The “leader” (I am very particular about my leaders) had been made to order from a domestic animal with which I had been acquainted.  The fisherman requires as good a catgut as the violinist.  The interior of the house cat, it is well known, is exceedingly sensitive; but it may not be so well known that the reason why some cats leave the room in distress when a piano-forte is played is because the two instruments are not in the same key, and the vibrations of the chords of the one are in discord with the catgut of the other.  On six feet of this superior article I fixed three artificial flies,—­a simple brown hackle, a gray body with scarlet wings, and one of my own invention, which I thought would be new to the most experienced fly-catcher.  The trout-fly does not resemble any known species of insect.  It is a “conventionalized” creation, as we say of ornamentation.  The theory is that, fly-fishing being a high art, the fly must not be a tame imitation of nature, but an artistic suggestion of it.  It requires an artist to construct one; and not every bungler can take a bit of red flannel, a peacock’s feather, a flash of tinsel thread, a cock’s plume, a section of a hen’s wing, and fabricate a tiny object that will not look like any fly, but still will suggest the universal conventional fly.

I took my stand in the center of the tipsy boat; and Luke shoved off, and slowly paddled towards some lily-pads, while I began casting, unlimbering my tools, as it were.  The fish had all disappeared.  I got out, perhaps, fifty feet of line, with no response, and gradually increased it to one hundred.  It is not difficult to learn to cast; but it is difficult to learn not to snap off the flies at every throw.  Of this, however, we will not speak.  I continued casting for some moments, until I became satisfied that there had been a miscalculation.  Either the trout were too green to know what I was at, or they were dissatisfied with my offers.  I reeled in, and changed the flies (that is, the fly that was

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