The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1906-11-15
Her First Fishing
Trip.
A CASE. OF TRUE SPORT
BEING UNAPPREClAIED.

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When my husband proposed q fishing
trip for vacation, it suited me well.
Not that l had ever gone fishing, but
just that morning had seen in a ma
gazine a picture Of a woman angler
with long rubber boots, hair beautifully
arranged, shirtwaist snotlessly white
as she was jerking g wriggllng trout
from a ripping brook. whose banks
were lined with great rocks that look
ed as though they were put there for
picnic parties.
Exactly what we want said |.
In the first place, We decided to omit
the long boots He said they would be
too heavy The proper way, he ex-
planned, was to get wet, just wade III,
and let the sun dry one out afterwards
Besides, one was liable to slip and
break ones neck in rubber boots. In
short, boots were only seen in pic
lures; nobody really used them.
He also said: Don't wear a white
Shirtwaist. Nobody ever does that, be-
cause the trout can see you"
The halo which surrounded that pic
ture was fast disappearing.
What We did in the way Of prepara-
ton, in addition to learning the name
Of a small Ulster County hotel, close
to trout stream, was to invade a
sporting goods shop. l watched my
husband admiringly as he bought rods
and lines ard flies.
"Oh, give me few Of the bright
ones. The Professor is a good oHe,"
said my preceptor to the clerk. They
don't take the quiet ones now"
Who's they?" I asked tlmidly.
"The trout, of course" and he added
in a patronizing tone: You see, you
must know the habits of the fish in Or
der to get proper flies; you must
know what kind to use in each month.
This early in the summer We would
waste our. time if we used any but
those Of brilliant hues."
afterwards learned that somebody
had told him this. But was all un-
suspicious at the time.
CHARLES a great fisherman" said
to myself with pride as he proceeded
to spend all the $25 we had allotted for
tackle
We took a train for .Weehawken
early in the morning, and arrived at
our destination late in the afternoon.
An hour or so later Charlie unpacked
his outfit. TO the hotel proprietor, a
sociable fellow, he exhibited the rods
and flies.
But" remarked our host, "but-"
He hesitated, shaking his head. But" }"
he continued. you've got the wrong
kind Of flies. The trout in these parts
take only the little black crickets or
the brown hackles at this season.
After weary wait for fresh supply
from the city, we were ready, but rain
made us Idle for day, which Charlie
spent talking with our host, who told
q story of a trout he caught in the
Nepigon River that had taken him one
to::r to land. Ny husband promptly
responded with an account Of a fishing
trip he had taken up Pigeon River, and
narrated how he had landed fifty trout
with in an hour. Each eyes the other
pityingly, and for the life Of me
could not tell which deserved the
medal
At last the weather cleared and We
arose at daybreak: We couldn't wait,
but adjusted the reels to the rods as
we sat on the hotel porch. The morn
ing was beautiful. The grass was gray
with the heavy dew and the little clov-
er leaves were just awakening from
their nights sleep. taxed my hus-
bands patience rather severely, for
every time I came to clover patch I
would make careful search for four
leaf to bring me good luck.
do let that clover alone and come
on and fish," said Charlie, and
went.
was never so sleepy in my life.
AS I stumbled along with my rod
fell over dead snake. | did not know
it was dead and screamed.
IF you make a noise like tnat, you
will frighten all ,.-e flsh away" was
told But in stumbling I had let 90
the leader I had been holding in my
hand with the rod. In looking for it
foundsall three flies had caught in my
skirt After struggling in vain to ex.
tricate them, gave up.
"Cut 'em out" came the order.
And ruin the skirt? Not much.
1 insisted. This is the skirt to my
winter suit:
THE idea of wearing thing like
that fishing. You should have worm
And then got lecture on the made
quateness of my costume. I finally
wriggled the hooks out, and we went
on until We reached a cool shady pool
Charlie decided to cast his fly. He
waded out into the stream and the
click Of his reel could be heard where