Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-08-21

| splintered off into fragments, and off goes
master trout and your best bamboo tip do un
stream. Keep your finger on the line. Let
the trout play out the line slowly from the
reel. Keep his head as much as possible up
stream, Tor II YOU know how to do it, you
can drown 6sh as readily as you can a
| man. Play him unIil he is tired out, and
then yoI can reel him in slowly and surely
Our good guide rowed nearly eight miles
and trolled nearly all the way until we
came to the lower end of tine lake and an
chord. So tar we had got nothing but one
small trout. We mad given up trying to
! use the fly and descended to the vulgar
, angle-worm and the still more disagreeable
| live bait which consisted of small mnnows
Still the trout did no rise, and deiectedly
We rowed back to within one-half mile OF
camn.
On the fishing ground near the mouth of
a small mountain brook We saw boat con-
tanning two fishermen. From their rapid
motions they we're evidently having fine
sport.
Come on, Desn," cried one to nv guide,
this place is not reserved there is plenty
OF room for you and the lady,"
An Age # Disappoin m mt,
NY guide quickly pulled up his boat to
within 25 feet of the other boat and an
chored in about 20 feet of water, and [
eagerly threw out nv live bait, b ut alas |!
With no result Every second it see med TO
me that one of the young fellows cot bi,e.
A silvery form would break the water.
jump three or four feet in the air. turn a
somersault, spring under the boat and then
sometimes break water 80 feet from the
boat, until it seemsd as if the silyery
salmon must have broken loose, Nv heart
was in my mouth-still had not bite.
Fin lily one OF the young men noticing
my detected lace said: "Well. what have
you on for bait anyhow" Meekly 1 re-
pied as became an unsuccessful fisher
woman, have on q small minnow."
Try halt; that's what we are using" I
adopted the hint, cut the fish in two and in
less than minute had bite from one of
the largest land-locked salmon I ever had
the good fortune to see. What a tug the
noble fellow gave! How my line PLAYED
out; how nv reel clicked, and nv slender
pole bent almost double until l feared the
the tip would snap.
Keep cool. keep cooIl'' shouted nv
guide, don't try to yank him in by main
force"
Carefully I PLAYED him, although nv
heart was beating like a trinhammer. He
made one leap out of the water 80 ieet avay
from the boat, and feared that L had lost
hiIl. iosSeucu Tie uolO on the reel aud
sank back; elt iaint aud sick.
Victory Was Jus at hand.
"Cheer up, cheer upr' cried the guide.
'he's still on yomr line!
l. was his last jump; few minutes later
I reeled him in
This is but one s'ory of single dav's
sport; every enthusiastic angler will recall
hundreds OF similar days when the ioy and
exhilaration of landing big trout with
slender seven-ounce split bamboo rod was
unequaled. No sport in the world, at
least no sport that can be really pursued
by women, can compare with salmon or
trout fishing. Such sport Is in tact espe-
cially adapted to women who are for the
most part condemned to spend sedentary
lives indoors. The sense of new life and
vigor that comes from long tramps through
the piny woods; the exhllaraton that
comes from weeks canning out-a usual
accompaniment OF trout fishing-the hearty
appetite that makes the plainest foods
delightful, the rich olive tan that speaks of
out-of-door days spent in the sunshine, all
these, indeed, are gains that cannot be
lightly estimated. Now that Mrs. Grover
Cleveland has set the fashion, may Ameri-
can girls become as expert as their English
sisters; may the race of feminine Izaak
Waltons increased E A. THACKRAY.