The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1895-05-26

cup of coffee and a goodly supply of eat
ables for the baskets at 4 A. M sharp, and
everything is in readiness for to-morrow's
sport.
Now to bed to dream of sport galore to-
morrow. The next scene is:
Come. kid-breakfast ready Half-past
and no time to lose" This is the time
that the experienced one gets in his work.
Breakfast over, pipes lit and all ready
for the start. Got the bottle? All right.
Now let her go for seven-mile ride astride
of a round bottom canoe with a sack to
overcome the chill of the damp wood.
All, here at last Salal Prairie, or just be-
low the upper falls. Off with the canoe
and good-by to the teamster, who makes
his way leisurely homeward. Cali right,
George?" "All push! p and we're off on
fifteen mile ride on the bosom of the
unerring George, either with "pole" in
swift water or paddle in smooth.
First rise, Joe; by gum! did you see
that, that and that? Why don't he take
hold?" "Ah, struck, kid; first one," is
heard from Joe's end of the canoe, and he
skillfully lands fifteen-inch beauty, and
is back with an equally large one before
the novice overcomes his awe. And so on
for miles down that beautiful stream to
the very foot of Mount ST, where in one
particular pool We two landed eighty odd
beauties, ranging from nine to twenty
three-inch beauty the writer carried of
the honors of the day.
We had been whipping the pool for
some time with varied success as to size,
when on looking around noticed that
Joe's usually unperturbed countenance
was Wreathed in look or expectancy
hitherto not seen. " it'll great care and
pre- cision he drew mis- siX-ounce bamboo
back. describing a circlet OF light with
about forty feet of oiled silk, and landed his
cast just ON the outer edge of the opposite
side of the ripple. When (from Indian
George. "Ughl Owl Ketch 'um, Joe,
Ketch 'um; he big pish-big pish." But
Joe was doomed to disappointment, for
the monster, as he looked to US then,
leaped good foot and half, missing the
fly and landing on his side over the cast
with a splash that sent the spray two or
three feet in the air. Then there was
casting and whipping near that spot for
the next fifteen minutes, and every fish
that rose or was hooked gave each OF us a
shock in turn that might be compared to
an electric battery, for every CLINT OF their
sides as they leaped for the tempting
coachman or hackle made us think, Now
tor the big boy"
Finally got tired of the irksome posi-.
ton standing and casting from that side,
turned and cast to the opposite side of the
rifle, landing the cast nicely, spread with
the drown hackle" dancing over the minia-
3
joe Joe! I've got him !" Then COM
menced such fight, tug, wind and zip of
reel that, once heard by the true lover of
the sport, is never forgotten. Having
terra firma under ones feet is quite differ
ent from cedar dugout with three highly
animated beings in it, each striving his
best to help land the coveted prize.
Twenty minutes hard work. the annihila-
ton of our lunch by being tramped on and
Georges copious draughts on the black
bottle while Joe and 1 were engaged with
his highness the fish, finally landed him.
and he was voted the largest catch of the
season, and for mountain trout the
largest l ever saw, tipping the scales at
four pounds two ounces. Joe moved that
we take drink, which was duly induced
in much to the satisfaction of Indian
George.
After devouring what was to be found OF
our lunch and filling our cob pines. GEORGE
informed us, Better go now; long way
home; big water go through; pish going
to Hop Lanch.' So we resumed our iour.
ney, having to traverse some very swift
and dangerous rapids, which. as compared
with the travellers assertion in riding ON
last trains, that the mile-posts looked
ike .gravestones" wasn't in it. We ar
rived at the Ranch" safe and sound at
LIS P. NJ. having caught 3s2 beauties.
mus ended the most pleasant day of my
varied experience in outing, with a quick
rloe home to Seattle, arriving at Cos P. NJ.
Z. J. HEAooCK.