The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-01-29

A Lively Episode of Days Fishing
in n-Cniifornia Trout stream.

From the New York sun
travelling overland from santa Bar
bara 6-san Luis Obispo.v said a tourist re-
Gently returned from Southern California.
"our Journey as far as Los olives was by
stage. Of the beautiful land and water
scenery along the route Of our stage ride.
two features particularly impressed me.
one was the backward view from the
summit Of the coast mountains. with San
ia Barbara, twelve miles back. clustered
on the left and right Of its white Main
street the Islands beyond, and the blue
Pacific.
The second was the river that we ford
ed shortly before arriving at Los Olives.
1t was a type Of water course common in
California, with q wide, deep bed perfect
ly dry except where "A clear little stream
rippled its way along a narrow channel
through sand and gravel, winding and ed
dying round bars and bouldcrs A man
might leap across IL in many places. and
the water did not come nearly to the
wheel hubs as the stage rolled through IL.
AT Los Olives, which we reached at 5
o'clock p. m. one of the dishes served
at our excellent supper was trout, caught,
as we learned, in the pretty clear stream
we had crossed. That determined us to
stay over a day at the station to try the
fishing. We got out our tackle and had
day Of great sport. To reach the water
we had TO get down the steep river banks
and follow the dry bed through which the
little stream seemed to pick It's way. The
trout we caught We're of the black-spot-
ted mountains variety ranging from six
to fourteen inches in length and averag-
ing about three 10 the pound. Smaller
ones we put back in the water.
But there was an experience more ex-
ri than Hehfrn~ to npFraa hafnwa do
was ended. At noon the ladies of our par
ty came by wagon to join US at luncheon
and they accompanied us in the after
Moons fishing. Toward night. when we
had worked well up toward the mountains,
some cattle came down TO the stream to
drink, and without apparent provocation,
a lively young bun began 10 paw the
ground and below unpleasantly. and fol-
lowed these demons trations up by charg-
ing upon our party, Looking up from my
fishing az this iunCture ] saw that it was
the red plaid shawl of one OF the ladies'
that had excited the animals hostility.
Calling to her to throw down the shawl
and for them all to run, l threw stones at
the bull to divert his attention while the
other gentlemen of the party helped them
up the steep bank, where the bull could
not follow. The bun stopped at the shawl
tossed it about in an ugly manner, and
then, turning his attention to me. gave me
a Snarp run across lne SttuGS 10 the Dank.
] got there all right, carrying my rod with
the line and leader flying behind but just
as I struck the top of the bank ] felt a
sudden jerk of the rods tip, and turning,
saw that one of my fly hooks had caught
the bull in the nostril.
1T was one Of the queerest catches I
imagine that ever a fisherman made. and
I literally played that bull with a fly rod
for quarter of an hour. l owed him no
good will, and besides / wanted to save
my tackle. The nostril of bull, as you
probably know, is exquisitely sensitive to
pain. and with my strong, flexible split
bamboo rod duplicating reel, and stout
GUT lpader'at the end of hundred feet
of braided silk. ] managed to hold the bis
creature under control. He couldn't seem
to make out what had got him by the
nose. hut he knew that il hurt him worse
whenever he tried to break away, and to
increase the mystery there was all the
time dangling and switching before his
eyes a big, bright-red bass fly that had