The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1895-03-15

'e ""y was ehueu. AL noon the ladies
OF our party came by wagon to Join rs
at luncheon and they accompanied us
IN the afternoons fishing. Toward
night when we had worked we'll nm
toward the mountains, some cattle
came down to the stream to drink. and
without apparent provocation, a lively
young bull began to paw the ground
and below unpleasantly, and followed
these demonstrations up by charging
upon our party. Looking up from nv
fishing at this juncture l saw that il
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 bull stopped at the shawl, tossed
it about in an ugly manner, and then.
turning his attention to me, gave me a
sharp run across the sands to the banl,
got there all right, CARRYING nv rod
with the line and leader flying behind.
but just as struck the top of the bank
felt sudden jerk of the rods tin.
and, turning, saw that one of nv flv
hooks had caught the bull in the nos
tril.
1t was one of the queerest catches |
imagine that ever fisherman made. and
l literally played that bull with fiv
rod for quarter of an hour. owed
m
to save my tackle. The nostril of a
bull, as you probably know, is exqui-
.sltely sensitive to pain, and with my
strong, flexible, split bamboo rod. du-
plieating reel and stout gut leader at
the end of hundred feet of braided
silk, managed to hold the big creature
under control. He couldn't seem to
make out what had got him by the nose.
but he knew that it 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 big, bright-red bass fly that
had left on my leader as an expert.
ment in trout fishing. He would strike
at 1t with his horns and his rage at
finding he couldn't hit it, and that it
came back at him every time, was com
tcal to witness-from place of safety.
OF course.
From time to time the bull would
charge upon the shawl and toss that
about, and then had to work the reel
and tip for all they were worth to save
all my tackle from going by the board.
AT last in one of these furious charges
as he lifted the shawl on his horns felt
something give way, and at the same
moment the shawl went up into the
air. The hooks had torn loose from
his nostril and two of the hooks on the
leader were fast in the shawl.
dropped the rod and pulled line and
shawl in hand over hand. like a Cape
Cod fisherman hileing pollock. The
bull didn't tumble to the situation until
l had got the shawl nearly to the bank
and then he came for it, but it was toe
late. whipped the shawl up to where
we were standing just as his head
butted the perpendicular bank with a
thud that brought down a shower OF
earth.
The shawl carried good deal OF
sand, and had some holes in it, but
there was no disposition to complain
on the part of it's owner. We thought
we had enough fishing for one day, and
leaving our enemy down in the river
bed paving sand and believing his
anger, we took our wagon thankfully
for the hotel,-N. Y. Sun.