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"Apropos of what?"
"Wait a minute. They take the cat to the vet. He shaves the cat's whole tail except for the end. The cat looks like a lion. Pretty soon the cat thinks he's a lion."
"In what way?"
Now the rain was going sideways. You'd cast a fly and it would vanish long before it got to the water. We knew gloom.
Some very small, very stupid trout came upon our flies and ate them. We caught those trout. Of the large smart trout known to live in the lake, we took none. Some hours later we sat around the Air-tight heater, for all purposes blanked.
We were fishing for rainbows in their original watershed. In such a situation they can be expected to be magnificent fish, quite unlike the hatchery imitations which have, in effect, besmirched the species. They are strong, fast and rise freely to a dry fly. We were, moreover, in an area that produces fish of a rather large average size.
In the spring and early summer the fish here herd and pursue salmon fry, including the sluggish little alevins which are the very young fry, tadpole-shaped, with their still unconsumed egg sacs. Ideally, the big rainbows are to be found chasing the bait on top where they can be cast to, rather like pelagic fish. We liked this image. We would cast, fight, land and release until our arms were, as the saying went, tired. The rainbows could also be taken on dry flies; there were mayflies and grasshoppers to imitate and there were stoneflies in the lower stretch.
We had not made much of a beginning, but our hopes were still running high. The next morning we were fishing by 6, hunting feeding rainbows. It is "hunting" if you are finding something. If you are not, it is driving around the lake in an outboard.
"We should have brought the water skis."