“You go ahead and let me see how you do it,” Rex said and Jack threw a brown hackle far out on to the tossing water.
Splash! Zip! And the line began to run out making the reel whine and sing.
“You got him,” Rex shouted dancing about in his excitement.
“Sure I got him,” Jack replied as he began slowly to reel in his line.
“Is he a big one?”
“Only fair. Mebby three pounds.”
“If that’s only a three pounder what would an eight pound fish do?” he gasped as the line again began to run out.
Jack landed the trout without much difficulty a few minutes later and, as he had guessed, it lacked an ounce of weighing three pounds.
“Now you try it,” he said. “Throw out as far as you can and just let the fly float on the water.”
Rex did as Jack said and the next minute was nearly thrown off his balance as a monster trout seized the fly.