The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1898-05-09

eight of them my b1ood e0nnmenced to
tingie. and thought what sport II would
be 70 have hattie with one Of them
With this possibility In mind I cast my
spoon osas into the pool ard drew 1t care
fully across Befsre I knew what had
happened felt strike that nearly took
me or my feet. knew that I had prize
and settled down 10 business. Ny Ded
weighed only eight ounces, and every t&ias
the fish gave a tug / EXPECTED 10 see It
break into small pieces. 1 never had such
. fight In my life. For fully thirty min
utes unanswered and schemed 10 get my
prize on land. but II Was no use. The best
/ could do was to work him. after the
most bitter fight imaginable. into the shat
low water. Not only was I weary. but tie
big fellow also felt the strain OF the tug
cf-war. and he lay there as IL almost worn
out He was truly a king-pin fish, and
wondered how would be able to get him
ashore. Finally concluded that he must
be 50 completely worn out that could
grab him by the gills and haul him ashore.
I waded out to where he lay. breathing
slowly, in about six inches Of water, and
made a grab for him. thought / had
struck a cyclone. In an instant was OF
my feet and engaged In the greatest
catch-as-caich-can wrestling match you
ever heard of. First the FISH was on top
and then 1. / did my best to get
my hand under his giils. but
he seemed to realize the hold was after
and would execute counter movement
every time ] attempted IT, He whacked
me in the face with his tail and rolled me
around, unit, I wondered whether I was
on foot or horseback. Finally ne gave
one desperate iunge and slid away from
me, breaking my iine on about six fest
from his mouth. Instead OF going down
into the deepest water, he lay like log.
with his great gills working IN an ex-
hausted manner. only q short distance from
where had fought him. The water was
as clear as crystal. and / could see him
SO plainly that the more looked at him
the madden got. Finally came to the
conclusion I would get that fish or die
In the attempt / took out OF my fly book
u small grapple and split shot. I threw
the grapple ever the other side of my late
adversary. and yet he paid no attention to
1t. Carefully worked the hooks up until
they were under his first fin. Then gave
a sudden jerk and had him once more.
The second fight was worse than the first
/ could not turn him or run him In any
direction. He raved and pitched and
threshed around in the water with q fury
that I thought hardly possible in fish
that had gone through what he had. The
best I could do was to get him In shallow
water and then was helpless. After
while / commenced to yell for my friend.
but he was SO fan away he did not hear me.
As luck had it, however, he came along
when / needed him most and helped me
land my fish with a gaff hook. Even
after he had got the hook in him we had
a big fight. and 1t was not until l saw
the prize on the dry land that I felt that
the battle was really won. 1t was a steel
head trout. and by actual measurement
was 81 inches long. II weighed 14ir pounds.
The total time required TO land him was
even twenty minutes. l looked ike a
drowned rat after 1t was over and felt
completely played out"
William HI. Finck killed forty trout in
Swan lake yesterday with trolling spoons
alone. The trout averaged half a pound
each.
The second day OF the Queen City Good
Road Clubs excursion to Tacoma took
the majority Of the cyclists out OF the
city. Tacoma presented lively appear
ance and the paths in all directions were
alive with wheels. Every one had a good
time and 1t is calculated that the local
bicycle fund will receive a snug sum.
PEE BEE.