The Shasta courier., 1870-05-28
SHASTA COURIER.
Queer Angling.

The Boston Times tells the following !;
1t was early in the morning. We had
risen at three o'clock, ridden ten miles,
and had struck the creek just as the trout
were ready for breakfast. Looking care.
fully for sheltered place to hitch our
horses, NC slyly crept on behind fences,
etc. until we reached part Of the stream
not eeuerally Gshed. A farmhouse stood
not quarter Of mile away. We saw the
morning smoke curling lightly from stove
pipe; saw man and two boys come out
to do chores Saw woman busy about the
door, and ferocious bull dog wandering
about the yard.
If ever we fshed close it was then. Not
whisper to disturb the birds or the own
ers OF the land We crawled through the
grass and d dyed behind clumps of alders,
lifting large speckled beauties out Of the
water until our baskets we're full
This was the time to have gone but
the trout were SO large and bit SO readi y
that we could not withstand the temptation
50 We decided to string what We had and
take another basketfui So at it We went.
AND SDDilfl Nbulu TIC HUN lUuCii illC NdtCl
than it had a trout We forgot the house,
the man, the boys and the dog. Suddenly
there was a rushing through an oat field, as
if a mad bull were coming We looked
toward the house, and saw the farmer and
his two boys on a fence the woman in the
door, and the dog bounding toward US.
We saw it all We had been discovered.
Th> well-trained dog had been sent to hunt
US out, and, as the matter now appeared,
it wae safe to bet he was doing that thing
right lively
To outrun dog was not to be thought
of. There was no time TO loose. He clear
ed fence and came for US just as we
reached tree, and by great activity took
front seat on a limb above his reach
Here WIS precious 90! A vicious bull
dog under the tree, and the farmer and
two big boys ready to move down upon our
works. 1t was fight, foot-race or fangs.
The farmer yelled to his dog: Watch
him, Tige..'
Tige proposed to do that little thing,
and, keeping his eyes en- Us, seated himself
under the tree.
Then spoke this ugly farmer man: "Just
hold % thar, stranger, till we get beak fast;
then we will come and see you. II you
are in hurry, however, you can 60 now.
Watch him, Tige p
We surmised trouble-quite too much,
Cor thrice had that bold man of bull dogs
and agriculture elegantly walloped innocent
tourists for being seen on his suburban
premises. His reputation as peace man
was not good. and there arose large heart
toward our throat
Time is the essence of contracts, and is
the saving ordinance of those in trouble.
We had troHt line in our pocket, and
large hook, intended for rock bass if we
failed to take trout; and as good luck
piece of boiled corned beef in our other
pocket.
We called the dog pet names, but he
wasn't on it. Then we tried to move
down, when he'd move up At last we
trebled our bass line, fastened the great
limerick to it, baited it with the corned
beef, tied the end of the line to limb, and
angled fora dog
Tige was in appetite. He smelt of the
beef-it was very nice. He swallowed it,
and sat with his eyes on US for more but
with no friendly look beamng from his
countenancc. Not any
Then he pulled gently on the line-it
was fast ! He yanked and pulled, but it
was Of no use
We quickly slid down the tree-seized
our pole, and straightway went thence
somewhat lively.
We found our string of fish and reached
the buggy and commanding spot in the
road in time to see the sturdy yeoman
move forth.
We saw him and his &C horts, male and
female, move slowly, as if in no haste. We
saw then. look up the tree. We saw an
anxious crowd engaged about the dog
We came quickly home, and kindly left
the bass line and hook to the farmer.