The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1903-05-27
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Vie JUDGE was leaving for the
brooks Of northern New York. ana
over the salad that he and three
other good fellows were eating down at
Toms, the night of the first real spring
day Of the year. he told this story OF
his last years fishing:
When fishing weather came last
april 1 simply ached TO set away 70
the woods and The brooks The first
night OF real fishing weather, and 1t
was. just such~a night as this, I got out
my tackle and before the lazy fire IN
my library went through it all, just as
1 do every year. Every old bedragSled
ny, each yard OF frayed line. the reels
and the springy rods brought back
memories OF splendid days on the
brooks, and Z planned an early visit to
the singing Squawkin. But business
went wrong and I had a grind of it. II
was not until the last of August that
l could go after the trout, and the sea-
son is pretty late then, you know. L
mad never missed spring fishing before
IN twelve years.
Il went up to my country cousin s
farm beyond the Adirondacks. That's
where the SquaW wiki Is. you know Jim
met me at the station and as We drove
out to the farm he told me Of the fish
that had been cTeeled during the sea
SON Now, there's four half-Dounders
and an old fellow that VIII 20 near two
pounds lying in the pool beneath Simp-
kin road bridge. / have tried. and Joe
Reed and two city fellows have tried,
% hook them. but we could not get
even rise. I reckon I've spent more
than three whole days after that big
fellow, and I've given him UP. See
Wnat you can do; it's about your only
chance around here.
When we reached the farm
tr2mped across the meadow in front Of
the house to the bridge on Simkin's
road was in a hurry to catch a
glimpse of those trout. I crept uD TO
the bridge, and, lying fat in the dust
peered over the edge and searched
around IN the pool for the fish 1t was
twilight, but. I could see down in the
water for some distance. caught
sight Of two and they were half pound
ers- Then found the big fellow. He
was lying close to the stone pier Two
pounds easily, | judged, as I watched
uIIn with greedy eyes. And I svOre
that he would lie in my creeI before
many days.
Spying on the Trout.
well. / tried every fly in my book
the next morning. I took every pre-
caution In casting; not a sound did
rel on the pool But not a rise did
get from any of the five trout that lay
under the bridge. Again that evening
1, tried. GrasshOppeTS and crickets
llVeIy fellows, too. didn't prove attract
I'VE 1 fshed through the twilight.
prayed white miNers. a Jenny Lind.
ana a glittering minnow skilfully over
the pool | even tried a freely / used
every trick I had learned in my twelve
years of fishing. The trout did not rise
70 single cast. 1t was so the next
DAY and the newt. On the fourth day I
dld nothing but lie for several hours at
the edge of the bridge and watch the
nsh down in the pool, slowly tanning
the gravel with their rec fins. That's
an they aid during about six hours of
silent watching. The next day I began
70 wonder if they would take worm
l tried the lure. both fishing. worms and
raj white grubs. No rise. Late that
afternoon. when I went to the bridge
hsh- / peeked through a crack quickly
and saw the old two-pounder settling
back into his lair With a widening cir
Gle Of ripples above him. What did he
rise TOP I wondered. I looked about
for evening insects. Not a bug was
stirring except innumerabIe grasshOp-
pers jumping about in the last mellow
rays of the setting sun. I quickly
caught a handful And as I caught
them I noticed that several Of them
were of different color and sizes. Per
haps that difference, 7 thought. might
tite. dropped big. fat, brown hopper