The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1879-08-14

and past lodges of rock, and these fish
bite ravenously; but, to take them to
advantage, a canoe or skiff should be
anchored far above them, in the middle
of the stream, for the clear, and in many
cases shallow, water, enables them to
take the alarm from long distance, so
that good /" fishing reer' and plenty of
line to drop down 100 yards or SO seems
almost Indispensable to success. As
they run savagely when hooked, they
require not little care, particularly
where the bottom is rocky and uneven,
to secure them; but, after all, this
greatly enhances the excitement of the
sport, in fact, makes it really worth hay
ing, as every sportsman knows. ~ 81
AS for other modes of fishing, I re-
member on one occasion being in
trapped into a night expedition for
spearing or 'gigging" fish; the mode
adopted being to carry torches and
made! Not quite as hardy as my rural
associates, I, however, "took to the
water kindly enough" as one of them
expressed it, and, for couple of hours
or so early in the night, I had no special
reason to complain. The depth was
pretty uniforms couple of feet or so.
with nice, gravelly bottom--in the
part of the riverwe had selected tor the
sport, and was getting along pretty
we'll until the exercise and the increas-
ing cold of the night had the effect of
making me excessively hungry, and
soon began to shiver. Ibid not like
to betray my condition to my tougher
companions, as they were in no hurry
to give up the sport and go home, so I
determined mot to show the white
feather" come what might. But an un-
lucky step On slippery, round bowlder
at length suddenly sent my heels up,
and fell so fiat in the water, went so
completely under, that my hat foated
on the surface over my head, and that
completely finished my fishing. Amidst
the uproarious laughter of the "chaw-
bacons," as I mentally termed them
for 1 was mad-I proceeded to
the shore, and, setting fire with
my torch to an immense pile of drift
wood on the bank, I stood there and
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hearts content. My hunger, however,
got ravenous. In the excitement of an
ticipating the sport, I had left the farm
house with hardly taste of supper;
and now turned to, if possible, to sup
ply deficiencies. While my companions
kept on fishing, I proceeded to dress a
couple of the finest fish in my basket
for we had had good luck, sure enough
and then, putting one of them on the
end of sharpened pole, I did my best
to roast it at the great log-fre. It was
at last done Ito a turn;" but finally,
hungry as I was, / couldn't swallow a
bit of it, for it had no salt; and I didn't
realize till then how civilization and its
habits spoils one for really "roughing
it" Fortunately, about this time, the
toughest of the fishermen gave in to a
cold fog which settled down upon the
river, and three-miles' walk along
mountain paths 1 thought, hungry and
cold as [ was, would fairly finish me.
But it didn't. A fierce attack on some
cold "corn dodgers" bacon and cold cof-
fee, before a great log fire, completely
squared accounts, but that may say
was the last time that I could be in
duced to wade after fish. .s....- .r..t .