The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1892-07-25
captain. He did it an instant and then,

captain. He did it an instant and then,
passing the pole over to me. SAID:
Let the line cut as fast as you can,
jerking it now and then to give the proper
notion"
Curiosity got the better of my desire to
catch fish and l examined the minnow to
learn the proper way of adjusting it. The
first hook passed through the head from a
point near the gills. the next through the
body from underneath and emerged at the
dorsal fin, encircling the backbone, the
last near the tail. The beauty of the ar
rangement was apparent. The head bones
and vertebra of the fish were utilized to
fasten the bait securely to the hooks, while
the curved form aided the motion of the
spoon. 1t did not take long to let the line
out, and then the captain said:
Keep moving the pole slowly forward
and back to give the troll a sort of darling
motion"
complied with his instructions, but the
trout did not take kindly to US. We had
passed nearly the entire length of the
south shore of Fairweather bay when my
companion grunted his disapp-obation
and concluded to let out another line.
This is termed the outside or long line.
and, although one might think the lines
would get mixed it is easily avoided if the
boatman is skiliful. During the entire
trip the lines never met or beanie snarled
in hauling in. The second troll drags
about fifty feet behind that on the inside
line, and frequently hooks trout which
have come within dangerous distance OF
the first. We crossed at the head of the
har a <tf.
again when the captain gave two short,
sharp jerks and said:
Draw in; I've got something"
was somewhat excited at the prospect
of seeing trout landed, but the captain
quieted me when he said:
II never got anything but clubs on this
side of the bay, and by the way this fish is
coming in guess it's one.
Sure enough, big. lazy, good-for-noth-
ing club was drawn up close TO the boat,
and, although given every opportunity to
break loose, it lay still and motionless.
The hooks were snapped from its mouth
and we went on. The south shore Of
Anderson bay gave every indication Of
good fishing, but no fish. The north shore
is still better and always raises the anglers
hopes several degrees. Suddenly Captain
Leake turned and, pointing to a fence
which ran into the water about eight rods
ahead US. remarked.
II never yet passed that fence without
getting strike"
The boat was seventy feet past the fence
and said to the captain: well, if some
thing don't happen in short time. your
ideas about that fence will be good for
nothing"
l was just finishing my remark when
felt tug at the line. If my companion
had been as deaf as Dummy Ryn he would
have realized something had happened.
The faster l tried to reel in the slower
came the line.
Don't give him any slack" shouted the
captain, and complied by losing control
of the reel and giving him several yards
slack line This did not discourage me.
/ kept on turning the crank. No 100
yard foot racer ever worked harder for
victory than did for that three-quarter
pound trout. l landed HIM, but 1t was be-
cause he had swallowed the hook.
The spell was broken and we rowed on
in a much better frame of mind. 1t was in
front of the point where a little brook en-
tiers the lake that the CAPTAIN signified
that he had communication from the
end of his line. The contrast between the
way in which he brought in a fourteen
ounce trout and my exhibition was not
favorable to me in any sense. We passed
the point and trolled along the shore for
an eighth of mile. but were unsuccessful,
although trout were jumping continually.
On our return trip | again experienced the
Joy of tug at the line, at the head of An
derson bay, and this time landed the fish
in little better style. Not five minutes
later Captain Leake brought in one, re-
marking as he did so, II couldn't let you
beat me-" From the entrance of Ander-
son bay we rowed across TO Union bay,
making the passage in twenty-four min
utes. When We reached the fishing ground
IN Union bay L suggested to the captain
that it would be a good idea for me to row
little and give him a rest.
BLESS you, my boy" said he, IL could
row all day, and then again it's more
half in rowing. If l let you row we
wouldn't get another strike"
My success in the past had proved in a
most conclusive manner the force of his
statements, so l did not argue the point.
There are fine fishing spots along the
Webster tract OF land on the north side of
the Greeks baited ground was reached on
the south shore. Here Captain Leake
hooked a small one. Close in by the
rushes before Camp Sunrise was reached,
hooked mate TO the captains. When
he was close by the boat and almost near
enough to be Topped in he shook the
hooks from his mouth and darted away.
Language failed to express my feelings.
We both mourned the fate which pre-
vented our having an even half dozen,
and as the last row of weeds before the
boat-house was reached | asked the cap
tain if / should pull in the line.
NO" said he. Here is a splendid
place. have taken many large ones by
these reeds"
He had hardly finished speaking when |
had a strike. 1t was a good one, and to
lose the prize was more than could stand
so | passed the line over to Captain Leake
and saw him land the beauty without mis-
hap Five minutes later the boat-house
was reached, and rs | started in town the
captain sung out:
We'll, guess the spell is broken"
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