Bud stayed where he was and watched Gramps walk down to cast. A grasshopper the old man's feet had disturbed came to rest on Bud's left arm. He clapped his right hand over it and held the grasshopper until Gramps shrugged, reeled in and indicated that he was finished by hooking his fly in the cork butt of his rod.
Then, taking up his own rod, Bud strung the grasshopper on over the fly and crept across the ledge. He eased his grasshopper onto the water near the school of trout and a trout, which might well have been the one that had taken the other grasshopper, darted upward and sucked in the grasshopper. Bud struck, and his rod bent and his line grew taut as the hooked trout tried frantically to escape.
"Keep the tip up! The tip up, Bud!" Gramps shouted.
With a heave that bent his rod double, Bud jerked the trout from the water and sent him ten feet back on the ledge, where he lay flapping. Bud raced back to get his catch.
"You did it!" Gramps shouted deliriously. "You did it! Your first trout on a dry fly!"
"I caught him on a grasshopper," Bud panted.
"What'd you say?" Gramps asked blankly.
"I caught him on a grasshopper."
"A hopper?"
"Yes."