The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1895-02-17
lagoons of said county, except by hook and
line. smear or gaff.

lagoons of said county, except by hook and
line, spear or gaf.
The latter section should draw the longest
smile imaginable from the newly appointed
Fish Commissioner, who, in reviewing the
various changes that have been made by Su-
pervlsors, will have. reason TO think that the
velvet.
a real lover of nature should by all means
be an angler, and it is almost needless to add
that every true disciple OfS''the gentle art
cannot help being stanch lover of nature.
There is something in the vast stiffness OF
the surroundings when an angler is wading a
clear, cold mountain stream, that fills one
with indescribable happiness.
UnconsciouSly you hold communion with
nature and in no other way than moving slowly
along the banks of q wildwood stream can like
opportunities be afforded to study and eppre-
ciate all her beauties. 1t is in the forest where
quiet truly reigns supreme. The very sound of
falling leaf is distinctly audible. Occasion
ally, when you are intent on watching the
course your flies are taking and mOmentarily
anticipating break in the water made by one
OF the denizenS OF the stream in its dash for
the tempting colors, an impudent little chip
munk, who is studying your every move
ment with widest curiosity, will divert your
attention by a shrill chirrup as it sprints to
place of safety.
How many times have those impudent little
rascals startled the good angler when he least
expected to hear their chatter. Among other
strange things met with when trout-ishing
are the rakish looking kingfshers, whose dis
cordant cries are known to every lover of trout
fishing.
An angler invariably feels as if he had en-
countered an old friend when he arrives at his
destination and feasts his eyes on the gurglng
and surging waters, under which are hidden
the gameSt of fiSheS-the mountain trout.
Winding on in q tortuouS way, making wide
curves first to the right, then to the left, tun-
nel1ng through hills OF considerable height,
leaving on either side high, precipitous banks
OF clay and sand or dashing against some great
bowlder or projecting trunk with angry in tent,
the stream or brook moves ever onward, sing
ing its same old song year after year, which is
sweet music to the ears OF every true angler.
OF course, in seeking the best fishing grounds
one must expect to put up with some hardshipS
and frequently much Inconvenience
LuXuries in the way of living and home COM
forts will never be encountered. AS rule, an
angler who goes out intent on having the best
sport obtainable will find himself dOmiciled at
some rough, uncouth log cabin, with cracks of
such size in the walls TO form neither bar
rier nor protection against wind and rain. A
mattress of hemlock boughs will prove more
comfortable than might be imagined. Early
to bed and early to rise is a maxim that should
be strictly adhered to, as it is the early riser
who catches the big fishes that iced in the
twilight. Tramping through a mountain
stream is not by any means pleasant occu-
patton, as slip may sometimes mean broken
bones.
Scratched face or hands and bruised shins
are casualties so slight to merit but g. men,
ton. Notwithstanding the falls and bruises
one must expect when trout-tishing, a true
disciple of old Izaak Walton will always smile
at those hardships, harassments and discom-
forts that are attached to an outing in the
mountains in midsummer.