Wichita eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1886-1890, 1889-06-23

happy ANTICIPATION, and De-
sieve then that there is no healthier or more
Testful out of door sport than fly fishing for
speckled trout.
While bait fishing may afford sport to
many, and possibly at times kill more fish, it
, does not compare with the higher art of fly
fishing. We do not all fish for the sake of
the fish alone; were it SO we would find it
cheaper and easier to go to the nearest mar
ket and purchase what we need 1t is the
skill required, the beautiful scenery, the mu-
sic of the birds, the perfume Of the flowers
and, above all, the health giving exercise
that go to make up the sum total of the pleas
ures of fly fishing.
People tire Of bait fishing and as they grow
older lose their interest in it, but when they
advance TO the high art of fly fishing, par
ticularly for trout, they never give it up as
long as they can WELD the rod. OF salmon
fishing, unfortunately, cannot speak, as
never have had the happy chance to enjoy
that noble sport; but even salmon anglers
tell me that they do not lose their taste for
trout fishing and often resort to it while on
salmon streams, and enjoy the quiet relief
from the more exciting sport.
had the good fortune last fall to receive
an invitation to spend week with friend,
ness in the Adirondack country. While
there he suggested one day that l ought to
visit an outlying pond, some five miles back
in the woods, famous for its trout. So the
next morning Reuben Cary, one of the best
guides / ever met, and made an early start.
The weather was very threatening and the
tramp hard one, but still the long walk
through the sleuf forest was not without its
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grouse, the discovery of a fresh deer or bear
track where they crossed the old wood road,
and many other little incidents kept us on the
alert until the glimmer of the lake told us
that our journey was at an end
Reuben hunted up his well concealed canoe,
which we carried to the shore from It's hiding
place and we were soon afloat. had rugged
for my cast a 1uttering Brandreth, Lottie
and bright Montreal dressed on No. sproat
hooks. Silently we glided out from among
the lily pads on the deep dark water, and l
commenced casting. For the first half hour
my efforts were in vain, and a feeling of dis
appointment began TO creep over me, when,
without a moments warning, good pound
trout broke with q mighty splash, and l
struck sharp and quick.
A fierce struggle for few moments that
disturbed the intense quiet Of the place, and
he was netted. Again I cast for some time
in vain, when suddenly there was a double
splash and / was fast to two. They had it
pretty much their own way, particularly
when soon after a third big trout too the
remaining fly. Fortunately there was plenty
of clear water, SO that all had to do was to
let them fight it out. This took some time,
and such rushing and splashing have seldom
seen; but patience has its own reward" and
] let them pull and haul to their hearts con-
tent, often carrying my tip under water.
When tired, Reuben Melted them with great
skill, and l had three superb trout, each
weighing over pound.
In the month of September, 1887, 1 made
my first acquaintance with the black spotted
trout of Idaho. / was the guest of jolly
party of prominent sportsmen, mostly from
the good city of Brooklyn, led by Gen. Rod
ney c. Ward After a delightful trip Of six
daysin the private car "Wanderer" we found
ourselves at Sand Point, Idaho, situated on
beautiful lake named Pend d'Oreille, pro-
nounced Pend de Ray by the inhabitants
This magnificent sheet of water, some forty
miles long, seemed more like an Italian lake,
with its bright green water, purple noun
tains and deep blue sky. This is the home Of
the black spotted trout. At first | thought