Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1871-09-01
Trout. Fishing Under Dificultles.

AN enthusiastic fisherman gives the fol-
lowing account of days tTOut-6shing
with Euphemia
awe now stumbled and scrambled
bravely down the stream, trying our flies
at every pool and ripple. The woods COW
cred US with roof of green, the brook
rppled merrily beneath our feet, while the
beautiful laurel, decked with clusters of
splendid white blossoms, enclosed us on
either side. 1t was most charming expe-
rience. But we got no bites
"Euphy," said /, looking back, struck
by a sudden thought, "you must take of
the red bow. 1t frightens the fish, and
that must be the reason we had no bites.
Don't trouts like red ?" said she, rest.
ing her rod in the most reckless manner
against bush, while she took off the too
brilliant bow.
"Anything bright frightens them, of
course" replied, land 1 wish, Euphy,
that you would not say 'trouts. You
don't say Sleeps do you"
No" said she, jerking her line from
the bush, Z" but they go in flocks- collect
lively, you know-and the trouts don't, at
least not in this stream"
I went On fishing.
silence for five minutes; then, as we
passed a patch of wet sand, Euphemia
who was brought up on the Long island
coas', proposed that we should stop and
dig for clans. But this l Indignantly de.
clined.
Just here thought had bite. I was
almost sure of it-when Euphemis, from
Some little distance, called out, Here
Quick Whew-ewyp
"Plsy him." cried "Give him line, >
and bounded over the rocks to her assist.
ance. "Wait, Euphy, let me pull him out. u
II wish you would" she said, II have
run the old hook way into my finger"
There were many little Interruptions
like this; most of them occasioned by Eu
phemias parasol; but, after while, i'm
pressed upon her mind that trout would
only bite amid the most profound silence
and that she must put restraint upon
herself, and 1 do believe, after that, the
poor creature made some pretty bad slip:
without uttering a word.
After time l came to pool, and was
fishing very cautiously in it, whipping my
fly about as artisticaiiy as the business
would permit, when Euphmeis crept up be
"JohD," she whispered. "I'vo got one :
Where Is it?" said /, not daring to looh
around, Sos cApected bite every mo
ment.
"Hooked on my line" said she, in g
voice trembling with excitement; won Z
you take it off,"
"In just one minute" I said, watchin
my fly.
ats just like lobster, only smaller,
she whispered.
could not help looking around at that
do you call that trout?" cried
" 1t Is a craw-hsh."
Bother" said Euphemia, 81 thought
there was nothing here but trouts-"
Fish in this pool, Euphy," said, pity
ing the little confusion into which the
oraw-fish had thrown her, "and I'll &c
further down.
The place in which I now fshed was
capital. There was ripple aud a deer
hole, and what is more, a trout 1 saw
him jump at red fly just before 1 reached
the spot. So, with bright hopes, l danced
my fly over the water in the deep hole.
danced 1t for about fifteen minutes, anC
several times thought | saw something
rise up to ward my hook. At last fist
seized it. l jerked him out of water, bu
he dropped off But / wasn't bit dis
.oouTGged. If he was there could catch
him. Breathlessly awaiting another rise,
heard wild scream from behind.
turned instantly, and there was Euphemia
In her pOoll
l had her out in moment,
=" | had bite" she said, when 1 had
soothed her a little and seated her on &
rock, 1.-THE stones were so slippery that
forgot, and went right in"
We now gave up fishing and hurried VI
the stream into the sunlight. 1t was i'm
possible for Euphemia to go back to the
house in the plight she was, From about
foot and a half from the ground she wal
as wet, as she EXPIRE ssed it, as a sop" Sc
we went into retired field, and sne sat il
the sun until she dried, turning hersel
about, while kept the sun off her face
with her parasol.
don't think 1 will take Euphemil
trout fishing anV more