The Norfolk weekly news-journal. (Norfolk, Neb.) 1900-19??, 1908-01-24

IN August to the outlying reefs In i'm.
mense numbers TO mate. A rife is
the only available weapon against
them.
Mackerel fishing with hook and line
is great sport and there is no gamer
fish of his size in the herring pond.
Still water with clear bottom two or
five fathoms is preferable. Strips of
red flannel are attached along the line
to attract the fish. Fresh meat Is us
ed for bait and pulverized boiled lob.
ster scattered about the vicinity OF
the boat as a chum. or trout Salvel-
mus fontinalis, | had a surfeit, for the
brooks and lakes were swarming with
them and they always seemed to be
hungry. These were small and medium
sized ones, and il is no trick to catch
them even by guiding, but the big
ones are not so easily taken by any
kind of lure. These solitary old vet
Grams feed at night, frequent deep,
shady pools and absolutely refuse to
| fly. They are vicious canibals, and woe
be to the lingering who ventures into
| their lair. 1t was that genial philos-
opher of angling, the venerable Izaac,
who said: There is night fishing as
well as day fishing, for you are to note
that the great old trout is both subtle
and fearful and lie close all day, but
in the night feeds boldly" II was thus
in Colchester county, caught griz.
zled old giant. 1t was almost dusk,
and the first drops Of a shower were
falling on deep pool in an abandoned
mill pond. had few nursing mice
which | used to lure the big fellows at
dusk, and slipping one on the hook
approached the pool stealthily and
dropped it over the trunk of fellen
| tree. Instantly there was commo-
| ton in the pool and had strenuous
five minutes until landed the daddy
of all the speckled beauties. For trout
| used horse hair line which every
boy in Nova Scotia makes. 1t is three
stranded and twisted by goose quilts.
Each strand has from three to six
hairs, according to size desired, and
one hair in each strand should be
white. This makes strong, light line
for it will not get water soaked and
sink. 1t will not knot. loop nor kink,
and it needs no oiling nor drying and
it never rots. did my fishing in
Colchester and Pictou counties, but
conditions are ideal all along the north
coast from the New Brunswick line to
the straits of Canso, or beyond into
Cape Breton.
Should you ever desire a taste of
brine you can go out to the banks
with the cod fishers and try your hand
at these, and it costs nothing except
to ask some bighearted schooner mas
ter to invite you. had all the salt
wanted when | went out one nasty day
with a lobster fisherman to overhaul
his traps. The sea was choppy, caught
between a food tide and a gusty land
wind. The little cat boat was piled
full of traps, and before we got these
set and buoyed and the others pull
ed up and emptied we were dripping
and tackled home with a boat two-third
full of squirming Holsters and churn-
ing water.
many rare day in the woods The
beaches TEEN with shore birds and
one does not have to return to camp
at night, for here everyone gives you
a cheerful good day" and keeps open
house. There is always a spare free
seat in whatever boat is going out, for
the launch and tug have not yet defil-
ed this spot. Retired captains and
sailors will be glad to enjoy your COM
pany and take you for a sail down to
some point where shore birds are feed
ing. There are no trespass signs, and
the "gudewife" who gives you milk or
butter or eggs will scorn your proffer-
ed silver" for the luxuries she be-
slows upon the stranger within her
gates, but she will accept a mess of
fish or birds. One act only is unpar-
donable and the tourist therefore will
not fish, hunt, work or travel upon
the Sabbath day, for among these
Highland Scots and their offspring
that day is day of rest. The aver
age summer temperature is 20 degrees
F.; there is no haste, no strife nor
struggle. No one is very rich. none
are poor. The people are thrifty and
industrious, but finance, trusts, mar
gins, pools are words of an unlearned
tongue.
Soon, too soon, along the hillsides
amidst the dark, green foliage of the
woods, patches of crimson, yellow and
gold began to appear; the blush upon
the sumac and the ruby on the rowan
We're unmistakable signals that those
long, delicious summer days were COM
ing to a close. Down the shadowy !
glens the mists came trooping like |
phantom armies, casting wierd, change
full shadows over the landscape and |
out on the reefs the surf broke in long
echoing notes like the firing of far
off signal guns that seemed to say,
1T is tinished!" And although knew
that fastening southwark through the
mists and gathering winds the cohorts
OF geese, brant and ducks were wing
ing their rapid fight, and that soon
every bay and inlet would be swarm
ing with them, l could not bear to see
the summers beauty and fragrance