The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1905-06-23
DAKOTA FRIDAY. JUNE 23 1905
THE EDITOR lie GOES FISHING
Which Tells of Trip to Big Stone Lake, With
Remarks On Fishing i'm General

Clate Tinan came back yesterday
the shore of Big Stone lake, where he
bass, but only got croppies, pike, Sill
yer bass and a few other lazy fish,
such as old women and children like
to catch. Clate says he would rather
fish for brook trout, black bass and
cells around Klmball than to monkey
away his time with those "dummed"
slow things they have in Big Stone
lake.-Mitchell Gazette.
And there is much truth in it,.
Nevertheless, have much sympathy,
and great respect, il not downright
envy, for the still fisher. There is a
juvenility and childish faith IN his
methods that arc totally unknown OR
utterly lost to the blaze old hand at
fy-hshing or bait casting. His tastes
are as simple, his expectations as
great, his anticipations as easily salts
fled and his enjoyment as ample as IN
the pin-hook days Of the best Of us.
He is, indeed, but a child of larger
growth. His life may have been sad
dened with the experienced of time
his hands hardened with years of toll
his heart burdened with the inhu-
manity of man-but he still retains
the innocence and freshness OF his
youth when seated at the waterside
with the "peeled sapling" in his stiff
ened hands-thc voice of the stream
whispering in his cars-and the moist
breath of the placid lake stealing over
his senses and its ripping smile flash
ing en- his tired eyes.
Personally, l can find something
beautiful and interesting in every
fish that swins-and have angled for
nearly all of them that swim on this
continent between the two oceans. l
have an abiding affection for every
one, from the lowly, naked bullhead,
the humble scavenger of the waters.
to the silver-spangled king who will
not deign to soil his dainty lips with
food during his sojourn in crystal
streams-I love this brook trout best
OF all. But as an angler 1 can find
the only true enjoyment, more blessed
peace, in wading some rushing, rocky
stream, tlecked by the shadows of over,
hanging elm and sycamore, while toss
ing the silken lure to the knight in
Lincoln green-my eyes catching
glimpses of hill and dale, wren and
robbin, bee and bittern, fern and
flower, and my breath inhallng the
sweet fragrance OF upland clover and
elder-DloSSom-l say can find more
true enjoyment in this-than paying
court to all the tender croppies, logy
pike, sluggish perch, flabby silver bass
and myriads OF calico fish that ever
tantalized an angler. 1t is my honest
conviction that1hc black bass, inch
for inch and pound for pound, is the
gamlest fish that swims, and seeking
his lair in the manner and under the
conditions just described is as mucf
superior to boat or still fishing IN th(
best OF waters as prairie chicken
shooting over a pair OF blue-bloodet
settlers surprising potting meadow
larks from fence post with an eight
gauge gun.
From the time ! was big enough tt
cut willow switch and bend a pin tC
a linen thread ana bob for minnow!
IN the running brooks Of my old Ohio
home l have loved the fields anC
streams and sought them often. Bu
for twenty years or more all but th,
fields have been denied me. Their,
was time when if fishing interferet
with business | quit business though
for the most part was forced to stea
hours that had better been passed il
slcep--for Sunday fishing and huntin,
| would not do. For years and year
rods and reels have hung unused il
this land Of rolling prairles, and fnalI
after many attempts made futile b,
business cares. it was with no littl
pleasurable anticipation that star
was made for Big Stone lake in tn
height Of the best season for fishing
and in company, too, with one wh
had made ten annual visits to th
resort and knew the haunts Of til
denizens Of it's placid and beautiful
waters.
Big Stone lake is a body OF waite
about thirty-tiye miles long and aver
aging perhaps a mile in width, Sc parat
ing the eastern line of nortbeaster
South Dakota from Minnesota and j
reached from Aberdeen in a foul
hours ride over the G. nj. & st. Pau
Big Stone city, S. D., lies on one sid
Of the lake att its foot and Ortonyill,
Minn., across from it. Up the lake ]
miles on the Minnesota side is a plac
known as Foster, consisting Of one {
the most charming spots on the lax
wooded dells, 81 rings and gras:
knobs and amid t!.ual the Hot,
Northern, kept by A. j. Douglas
mighty good fellow. The resort