Morning journal and courier., 1880-07-26
Fronting in the Black Forest.
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In the Black Forest of Baden and Wurtem-
 burg, in the Saltzkammergut and the Bava- rian uplands, in Tyrol andain Styria, there
 is still magnificent trout fishing to be had
 But the days are gone when the unfriended
 traveller might take nights lodging in any
 country inn, and fish each bewitching bit of
 water that took his fancy. Now the best
 of the more accessible rivers are preserved,
 and unless you are provided with good intro
 auctions, or put up in some hotel where the
 landlord is fishing lessee, you might much
 better have left your rod at home But
 when one has the luck to come in for a spell
 of good spring fishing in these parts there
 are few things more exhiliarating; and for
 the malade imaginaire or the over-fagged
 brain-toiler, it is worth any quantity of min
 eral waters, to say nothing of medicines. Taken
 ken the Traun, near Ischl by way of exam
 pie, made famous in it's lower waters be-
 meath the Traunsee by the philosopher fish
 erman, Sir Humphrey Davy. Foremost
 perhaps, among it's peers, it is to our mind
 the most enchanting stream that flows through
 the loveiest scenery of southern Germany.
 And if you are in love with creature comforts
 not to say luxuries, you can hardly be estab-
 lished in better quarters than riverside ho-
 tel in the Bath of Ischl, before it is crowded
 by the beau monde from Vienna. Nowhere
 does the virgin spring show more coquettish-
 ly, or array itself in garments of more vivid
 green. The very river, purified by it's pas SdRG GuTOuPu ulOuuGdlu EtheS OI unRnOWn depth, comes down in a rush of brilliant en- erald, flashing back the light from the chang
 ing facets as 1t breaks against its banks and
 the stones in it's bed. Yet its emerald tints scarcely show more brilliantly than the yer dure on the woods and meadows all around you, when they are sparkling in the dew there is almost superfuity of moisture in those parts in the summer or spring, which accounts for the magnificent luXuriance of landscapes that rejoice iu the frequent rain fall. Here the Traun runs between broad stretches of meadow, dotted over with home steads embowered in orchards, among pad docks, over which the mighty walnuts throw a shade through the sultriest hours of the sunniest afternoon. Thore in the angle of that sharp bend, where the stream is turned by jutting precipices, rises the brown shingle spire of the village church over the roofs of the cottages that are clustered among fruit trees. Sometimes the rocks close in upon the river, and under the boughs that cast their black shadows over the water you scramble from shelf to shelf, cushioned over with nosses and hchens, or carpetedin glow ! ing patterns of wild flowers, where the thin coating of soil has changed the cliff into hanging gardens. Therr sundry deer pools pots in the backwater, formed by | the bends of the banks, where you may see, l if you peer cautiously over the brink, gray \ ling that have grown to portentous size. By | drawing back and casting a lond line in faith
 when those pools are rippled by favorable | breeze, you occasionally hook one of the 1 monsters, though you may have to lead him l a long way up or down before you find facili | ties for landing him. But, as we have said ! after his first wriggle of disgust the resist l ance of the grayling is merely passive It is quite another thing with Saltzkammergut trout. They have the courage and love o1 liberty of the sturdy mountaineers who are | bred among the surrounding hills and valleys l Nursed in a cold and rapid stream, they seem 1 to be all wires and springs and steel sinews l And when two of them chance to have hook ed themselves simultaneously thing which happens not unfrequently-an when the pair are pulling hard in opposite directions each doing his utmost to break your line, you 1 might fancy you were battling with moder, ate-sized grilse, or that your tackle was the sport of a well-grown young water baby.