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This was an extremely frustrating area. At the New River proper there were quite a few [[underlined]] Macromia [[/underlined]] constantly making a bee-line up and down stream. But in addition to these, there were many more of a large [[underlined]] gomphus. [[/underlined]] Before I finally caught one of these, I believed that all the large ones were [[underlined]] Macromia, [[/underlined]] for these [[underlined]] gomphus [[/underlined]] had an extremely swift and relatively straight flight. However, they seemed to know the presence of a collector, for they had an uncanny ability to fly just beyond net's reach.
Phil Caswell caught the first, a male, on his first swing. He had been lucky enough to step from the bank to find one gomphus flying down a narrow strip of water separated from the mainstream by an island of rocks. (The [[strikethrough]] stream [[/strikethrough]] river level was far down.)
I finally caught a male and a female, probably the only two good shots I had. The female I must have just brushed, for a quick back flip of the net caught her after the main sweep had failed.
The most disappointing part of the day came when [[underlined]] three [[/underlined]] in tandem came down from about 50 feet up practically into Phil's arms. and in his excitement he swung an instant to soon -- and three [[underlined]] gomphus [/underlined]] headed skyward.
    In 2 1/2 ^ [[insert]] hours [[/insert]] the mentioned three were all we could get.