Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1895-02-11

tut Angler GaVC an EAhtDlUton Not Co1n-
 mon on Fronting Trip.
 ''Traveling overland from Santa Bar bara to San Luis 0bispo, said tourist recently returned from southern Cali fornia, "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 im pressed me. One was the backward view tains, with Santa Barbara, 12 miles back, clustered on the left and right of it's white Main street, the islands be- yond and the blue Pacific.
 'The second was the river that we forded shortly before arriving at Los Olives. It was typo of water course common i'll California, with a wide, deep bed, perfectly dry, except where clear little stream ripplcd it's way along Q narrow channel through sand and gravel, winding and eddying round bars and bowlders A man might leap across it in many places, and the water did not como nearly to tho wheel hubs as the stage rolled through it.
 ''At Los Olives, which VIC reached at o'clock D. m., ono of the dishes served at our excellent supper was trout, caught, as we learned, i'll tho pretty, clear stream we had crossed. That deter mined us to stay over day at tho sta tion to try the fishing We got out our tackle and had day of great sport. To reach the wator we had to get down the steep river banks and follow the dry bed through which tho little stream seemed to pick it's way The trout we caught were of the black spotted mountain va riety. ranging from to II inches in length and averaging about three to the pound. Smaller ones we put back in the water.
 But there was an experience more exciting than fishing to come before the day was ended. At noon the ladies of our party came by wagon to join us at luncheon, and they accompanied us ill the afternoons s fishing. Toward night, when we had worked well up toward the mountains, some cattle came down to the stream to drink, and without ap- parent provoeation lively young bull began to paw the ground and below un- pleasantly and followed these demon strations up by charging upon our party. Looking up from my fishing at this junoture, I saw that it was the red plaid shawl of one of the ladies that had ex- cited the animals hostility Calling to her to throw down the shawl and for them all to run, 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 i'll an ugly manner, and then, turning his attention to me, gave me sharp run across the sands to the bank I got there all right, carrying my rod, with the line and leader flying behind, but just as struck the top of the bank felt sudden jerk of the rods tip, and turning saw that one of my fly hooks had caught the bull ill the nostril.
 1t was one of tho queerest catches imagine that ever fisherman made, and literally played that bull with fly rod for quarter of an hour. I owed him no good will, and besides I 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 leader at the end of a hundred feet of braided silk l 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 I had left on my leader as an experiment. Ill trout fishing. He would striko at it with his horns, and his rage at finding he couldn't hit it, and that it came back at him every time, was oomical to witness-from place of safety, of course.
 From time to time the bull would charge upon tho 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, ill one of these furious charges, as he lifted the shawl on his horns l felt something give away, and at the same moment the shawl went up into the ain. The hool, had torn loose from his postril, and two of the hooks on the leader were fast ill the shawl. l dropped the rod and pulled line and shawl in, hand over hand, like a Cape Cod fisherman hauling pollock. The bull didn't tumble to the situation until I had got the shawl nearly to tho bank, and then he came for it, but it was too late. Iwhip- ped the shawl up to whore we were standing just as his head butted the per pendicular bank with Q thud that brought down 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 ,,,<.ov. fo,. fLo L1tal