Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1880-07-31
STILL ON THE WING.
WANDERING AROUND MOUNT TALLAC AND FALL
ING LEAF LAKE-THE SPLENDID TROUT
FISHING SODA SPRINGS CAMP
LIFE-A GENERAL ROUGH
AND TUMBLE PLEAS
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FALLING LEAF LAKE, a
July 20, 1880.
To THE APPEAL Any fool can catch fish.
I've tried it. have always entertained a
profound respect for the superior genius OF
an angler. To-day we joined party Of Vir-
ginians and rode up to Falling Leaf Lake.
There wasn't man or woman in the crowd
who know anything about the thousand and
one little filings which the professional an
glers delight to bewilder fish with We had
poles cut in the woods and the ordinary worm
bait. At the head of the lake a little mo un-
tain stream comes tumbling in with. the fuss
and feathers Of fashionable woman entering
church IN the middle of the first prayer.
At its mouth trout literally swarm. You
simply drop your line in, pull it out and take
the fish off the end Of it. The trout can be
seen in the clear water for ten or fifteen yards
down the stream, and they wait as expectant-
" for q cast of the line as = field Of baseball
PLAYERS stand all agog for sky -scraping bat
to enter field. The big fish crowd to the
front, push the little ones aside, and 90 for
the bait like a flash the instant it is dropped.
| wouldn't dare to tell how well l, bungling
novice with two bits worth of tackle, sue
ceeded with trout. If my wife hadn't ia ked
so much, fancy l could have done even
better.
A MOUNTAIN MEADOW.
A few miles from Yanks there is meadow
which, for subiued and quiet scenery, sur
passes anything about the lake. 1t is about
mile wide, spanned by corduroy road
| About dozen streams run through it. Not
the turbulent torrents of the mountains, but
streams ten and twenty feet wide, which steal
! noiselessly along as if crawling through to
escape observation. These streams are just
| level with the greenest of green sods, and are
from three to ten feet deep The water Is as
clear as if it had been distilled, and each yell
low grain of sand can be plainly seen at the
bottom. In little pools, where banks OF Will
lows and ferns grow close to the waters edge.
the silver-sided fish dart in and out. Pond
lilies. with their immense green leaves, grow
here in squads, with stems which frequently
measure over ten feet in length, and the flow
ers on the banks are past all enumeration.
One seeing these delicious INVITING streams
is tempted to plunge in and take a bath, but
a touch with the hand Of their icy waters Is
quite enough.
| "YANKS."
| All of these different resorts on the lakes
have their enthusiastic patrons, but Yanks
station appears to be the favorite with lovers
of natural scensry and coed fishing 1t is
the nearest point t. Falling Leaf Lake, Cas-
cade Lake, Emerald Bay and Mount Tallac.
The place itself has less of the artificial than
any other on the shores of Bigler. The only
sign of civilization is a wharf which has been
| built for the accommodation of boats. The
Tallac House is surrounded by tremendous
growth of spruce trees, whose royal trunks
measure six feet at the butt At Tahoe City
one gets the idea that Yanks station is a sort
of plague spst. The boats seldom land there
and when they do stop for a few minutes, for
the mail, and one cannot reach it from Glen
brook the same day of leaving. In spite ef
these drawbacks the place has its share of adj
mirers, and at present there are nearly hun
dred people stopping at the place or camping
ON the grounds There is 40 charge for camp
ing parties, except the pastsrge of their horses
| CAMPING OUT.
In this little camping town there is COM
mon level for everybody. At meal time peo-
nile rush round from tent to tent, swapping
different commodities. l noticed woman IL
a torn calico dress last evening with loaf of
bread under her arm passing from one camp
FIRE to another, anxious to trade it for some
ample sauce. She made the bread herself and
was dilating upon its excellent qualities. She
got her apple sauce and few minutes late'
was offering bottle Of champagne for some
trout, People borrow each others frying
mans. exchange lard for cookies, potatoes fol
bottled porter, use each others fires, ano
when night comes they build immense fires
and invite their neighbors to sit round and
tell stories. When the fires get low they raio
on Yanks fence and take turns stealing wood
Here human nature developes itself largely
People in the midst of illimitable pine forests
had much rather demolish zszag fence than
acquire fuel through more Legitimate chan
nels. Last night saw a San Francisco lady
who is a luminary in fashionable circles steal
ing wsod from the rear Of a neighbours tent