For three sultry hours I cast over every likely spot and never rose a fish, never saw one rise; nor did I see a fish. Coming upon a beautiful pool, shaded and of good depth, considering the state of the water, I felt that my last chance had arrived. After covering the entire pool carefully without result, I deliberately waded into it, in hope of scaring any fish that might be there, and so learn where they were hiding. I did not see a fin and had decided that it was tenantless, when looking down, I saw, close at my feet, the tail of a fish sticking out from under a small boulder. Looking at the upstream side of the stone, I hoped to see the fish's head, but could not as there was no hollow on that side, so I gently stroked that part of the fish in sight with the top of my rod, and received an acknowledgement in a gentle waving of the tail. Placing my gear behind me in the dry bed of the stream, I proceeded to move the boulder to see what manner of trout this could be, and not until I had it completely removed, did he stir--and then but a short distance to similar hiding place. He was a fish about fifteen inches long.