for trout before?"

Both Dave and Greg shook their heads.

"Then I think you had better watch me for a while, and catch some
of the knack of it," their leader advised. "Notice particularly
how I whip. If I get a nibble, then note, particularly, that
I don't make an immediate effort to land the trout. I play the
line out a bit and let him play with the fly, and beat about and
get himself better imbedded on the hook. When I am sure I have
him well hooked, then you'll see the peculiar motion with which
I bring him out of the water and throw him on the ground. That
landing trick is one that you need to get just so. Study it,
and develop it. Don't be disappointed if you lose quite a few
trout. You will lose them often until you get the hang of the
thing."

Some distance above the pool Dick stepped into the water. He
walked along slowly, not stirring up much dirt from the bottom.
All the time he kept his line behind him, frequently lifting
it and whipping it into the water again. The gayly colored flies
and the glistening spoon just above the hook flashed in the sunlight
every time he made a whipping cast.

Not twenty feet had Dick gone when he felt a sudden, violent tug.
With the true patience of the trout fisherman, Dick didn't become
at all excited. His hand on the reel, he let the line fly out
as the finny captive darted up stream.

Presently Dick played the fish in gently, then suddenly gave it