The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1871-12-14
Trout Fishing According to the
Sixteenth Amendment a..

Trout E1shing According TO the
Sixteenth Amendment.
A correspondent of the Philadelphia
Post gives the following account Of
days trout fishing with" Euphemia:"
We now stumbled and scrambled
hravely down the stream, trying our
flies at every pool and ripple. The
woods covered US with roof of green,
the brook rippled merrily beneath OUT
feet, while the beautiful laurel, decked
with clusters of splendid white blossoms
enclosed us on either side. It was
most charming experience. But we got
no bites!
Euphy," said I, looking back, struck
by a sudden thought, "you must take
of that red bow. It frightens the fish,
and that must be the reason We had no
bites" r.
Don't trouts like red ?" resting her
rod in the most reckless manner against
bush, Willie she took of tho too bril-
liant bow"
Anything bright frightens them, Of
course" replied, land wish, Eu-
ply, that you would not say trouts.'
You don't say Sleeps do you?"
"No," said she, jerking her line from
the bush, but they 60 in fiocks collec-
lively, you know,-and the trouts don't,
ut least not in this stream"
Iwent fishing.
Silence for five minutes; then, as we
passed patch of wet sand, Euphemia,
who was brought up on the Long Island
coast, proposed that we should stop and
dig for clans. But this I Indignantly
declined.
just here thought l had a bite. I
was almost sure Of it-when Euphemia
from some distance, called out, Here
Quick! Whew-ewy"
Play him." 1 cried, "give him
line," and bounded over the rocks TO
her assistance = Wait, Euphy, let me
pull him out"
wish you would" she said, 81
have run the old hook way into my
finger"
There were many little Interruptions
like this, most of them occasioned by
Euphemia's parasol but, after while,
impressed upon her mind that trout
would only bite amid the most profound
silence and that she must put restraint
upon herself, and I do believe, after
that, the dear creature made some pretty
bad slips without uttering a word
After time came to pool, and was
fishing very cautiously in it, whipping
my fly about as artistically as the bust
ness would permit, when Euphemia
crept up behind me.
Jshn," she whispered, "I've got
one."
Where is it, said I, not daring to
look around, for expected bite every
moment.
Hooked on my line" said she, in
voice trembling with excitement,
won't you take it off %
,"In just one minute, l said, watch
ing my fly.
ITS just like lobster, only smaller
she whispered.
Icould not help looking round at
that
Do you call that trout :' I cried.
Is 1t is a crawfish."
Brother" said Euphemia. 1 thought
there was nothing here but trouts-'
:. Fish ia this pool, Eaphy,' l said,
land I'll 90 further down"
The place in which l now fished was
capital. So with bright hopes I danced
my tly..over the water in the deep hole.
At last n fish seized it. l jerked him
out Of water but he dropped off.
Breathlessly awaiting another bite, l
heard wild scream from behind. I
turned instantly and there was Euphe-
mia in the pool.
had her out in moment.
had bite" she said, when l had
soothed her little and seated her on
rock, and the rocks were so slippery
that forgot and went right in"
We did not fl h any more that day.
| don't think l will take Euphemia
trout fishing any more.