felt hat and hip boots.   And suddenly 
Mart yelled, "Strike, squaretail, strike!" 
I stood spellbound and watched. What 
a scene. The sun, still reddish, was climb- 
ing above the dark still pines, and the thin 
almost invisible vapor rising from the 
water. You could smell the dampness, and 
the rushing sound of the stream seemed to 
pour into your ears.   And over there 
fifty-sixty feet away, was Mart Young, 
the image of old Jim-using the same 
rod, grinning the same way, saying the 
selfsame words that Jim had said just be- 
fore the big squaretail struck-and the 
same big squaretail! 
Downstream he went, letting the trout 
have line, wading in the shallow water, 
watching, eyes intent, muscles sensitive 
to each movement of that fish. The trout 
made for the sharp rock below, and, 
putting every ounce of pressure on the 
tackle that he dared, Mart managed to 
turn him just in time. 
Making a rush for midstream the trout 
struck the whitewater, came rocketting up 
through it, out of it, into the air and 
down again. What a fish! Bigger by far 
than when I had first seen it. I looked 
at Mart's face. The trout was sulking 
in a pool across the stream, and Mart 
held the line tight against the rod in his 
left hand. With his right he tipped back 
his hat, and wiped the sweat from his 
forehead. Exactly the same gesture that 
old Jim used! I wondered whether I was 
dreaming 
Then suddenly the trout swung up- 
stream, fighting every inch of the way- 
I could see the tip of old Jim's rod jig- 
jig-jig as the big fish fought the current. 
I could see the handle of old Jim's reel 
turning 'round and 'round as the fish took 
line, heading for the apron of the dam. 
Mart waited until the trout was, within 
eight feet, then swung hard on the butt, 
keeping a steady pressure all the time. 
Again the trout turned-again the down- 
stream  performance.   Again the trout 
sulked, and again Jim's son wiped the 
sweat from   his forehead-just as Jim 
had done. 
Unconsciously I'd taken out my watch to 
time the battle.  I suppose the picture 
looked so much the same that taking the 
watch out was just a natural part of it. 
Twenty minutes, twenty-one! Mart was 
in the water up to his waist, and his 
boots of course were filled. He watched 
the line where it cut into the water. His 
kunckles were white where he gripped the 
rod. He began to reel in slowly, gaining 
!ierhaps four feet of line, then letting the 
trout rest for a while. 
I watched the line rising gradually as* 
he brought the squaretail slowly to the 
surface.  First the tapered part of the 
line, then the leader where it was looped 
on, then one leader knot after another, and 
finally the biggest squaretail I have ever 
seen. 
The-trout was moving slightly, and Mart 
drew him in gently, stooping forward 
after the dip net which lay near him 
on the bank. 
Slowly he lowered the net into the 
water, drew the trout over it, and the 
folds of the net came up around. 
By this time I had run up, across the 
dam, and down the bank to where Mart 
was kneeling. I could see his face as he 
watched that red-spotted body. He cer- 
tainly knew he had something. He wet 
his hands, removed the hook, held the 
trout up. We exchnged glances, neither 
one smiling, just amazed at such a trout 
from Mopang Stream. And then Mart's 
hand4 dropped nearer and nearer the water 
trout. Without a word he placed the fish 
under water, watched it swim slowly away 
as it gathered strength again. Then with 
 
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