Evening capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1888-1893, 1891-07-23
non oLAYroN,s FISHING raIr.


Ie Return. Aner Four Days of Hard werl
with One Fifty Dollar Trout
"Therel" exclaimed Bob Clayton, ai
he entered the office OF family hote
on West Nineteenth street. whore he
resides, the other evening. ''rherei
the result of four days Of hard fishing
he added. as he produced from his over
coat pocket a diminutive specimen of
the trout family. which he held up for
general inspection.
Bob had been on a trout fishing ex
cursion into the wilds Of Connecticut
Some 'infernal crank" he said, had
induced him to take the trip under the
promise of rare sport to be had in that
locality. He was a sorry sight as he
stood in the office on his return. His
hands and face was scratched, his
clothes torn and dirty, and his general
appearance seemed to indicate that he
had been dragged home behind a
freight train.
''Tell us all about it, Bob" all asked
in chorus after the laughter occasioned
by his appearance had subsidized.
what principally want, said Bob,
''is the scalp of that chowder headed
chulnp that started me on this trip.
Well" said he, 'Just take my advice.
When any one talks trout to you brain
him on the spot. I've caught the only
trout in Connecticut; here it is, and
there are no more left.
you see, started from here Monday
morning. had previously spent some
$40 or more in fishing tackle. and was
thoroughly well equipped for a weeks
sport. That fellow, Arthur Frost. who
put me up to this trip, was 70 have gone
along, too, but he had the grlpCRnd
backed out at the laat ninute AHd sol
had to go aloPa - esof
"When arrived I had to walk abo,l .
twenty miles to place called SfalzeA
pond, where they said would find good
fishing. 1t was a tough job getting
there, can tell you, and the worst Of
it was that when did get there found
that there hadn't been a trout caught
in that pond for more than five years.
then pushed on about three miles fur
ther until | came to brook which
looked as If it might contain trout.
then began to fish.
"Well, | fished up and down that
creek until dark without so much as a
bite. was too tired to hunt up place
to sleep, so just camped out all night
in an old shed The next morning l
was frozen SO. stiff | could hardly move.
II found a farmhouse after an hours
walk, where got breakfast. and then
| was directed to another brook some
six miles further on. arrived at this
last fishing ground about noon. Then
my troubles really began. With my
first cast lost my balance and plunged
head first into about four feet of icy
cold water, my pole snapped, and in
scrambling back through the bushes
got all scratched up. didn't give up
though, even then. After splicing my
pole again started in. After about
three hours of hard fishing managed
to hook trout. And here it is, " said
Bob, holding up the trophy.
'"Then," said Bob, II started for the
farmhouse. 1t was nearly dark when
got there, and was pretty well played
out too. was going through the gate
when my coat got caught on nail and
torn, and then jammed my finger on
the hinge. And while was swearing
at everything in creation in general and
that villain Frost in particular yellow
mongrel dog rushed out of the house
and bit me on the leg.
81 couldn't eat any supper that
night. just went to bed. | didn't
get up next day. was too sore. The
following morning as was dressing
saw that yellow dog in the yard and
went to the fireplace and got a brick.
| threw it, but it didn't hit the dog It
smashed through a pane of glass in
stead and struck the farmer, who hap
pened to pass by at that moment, on
the arm. That scrape cost me a FIVE
dollar bill.
"Well, I had had all the fishing |
wanted, 80 put for home and-(with
a flourish of the tish)-here am.
Colonel, said the unfortunate fish
erman, turning TO the proprietor, II
want this trout served TO me at break
fast in the morning. II cost me just
fifty dollars, and I'm going to eat him,
bones and all. New York Herald.