The Birmingham age-herald., 1908-10-11
GOOD ANTRIM
 FISH STORIES Angler Has Strange Adventures
 In Ireland
GOAT BUTTS INTRUDE R
Catches Bird and a Bulldog on His Hook and Another Canine Acts as Trout Retriever
 for Him.

Here are a few bits of angling expe- rience. gathered during 40 years of ac- tive life in the old country, during which I spent many a day by river, stream, or seashore. Nothing is more wholesome or helpful than such excursions as I used to make says a writer in Forest and Stream.
 I had just hooked a nice little trout in the Glenavy river one afternoon, when I was aware of some person or animal close behind me. Turning, found myself face to face with a solemn old billy goat, with patriarchal beard and mas sive horns.
 Should I try to get hold of those threat ening horns and fight the enemy, or hold on to my trout? I am man of peace, so I gave way to my putting friend and was pushed into the shallow stream, soaked, no doubt, but landing my fish securely by my net in midstrearn. l have since heard that the ancient warrior was quite an adept at driving intruding visitors off his domain.
 Fishing one morning on small lake, and on casting a long line to attract rising trout, found my flies arrested be- hind me, and, looking around, found to my dismay that I had hooked by his rough coat shaggy Irish terrier, which had been calmly watching the fish and the fisherman. Fortunately, Paddy was of forgiving disposition, so l got my flies and he his liberty.
 Doq as Fish Retriever.
 Did you ever see a dog go into the stream to help secure fish? No one could show more enthusiasm, or more in telligent interest in the capture or the struggling fish than the dog, and, in ad- dition to helping land my fish, my faith ful retriever, Jack, would trot home in the evening before me in the country road. with my rod and net safely car ried in his broad mouth. How often one finds, when enjoying the rest and relaXa- tion of a quiet country holiday, that the companionship of sober, wise dog IS much to be preferred to that of talk ative. restless man. who rather mars than enhances your days pleasure.
 On Ballyshannon river one July day had been most lucky in killing several fine white trout in a freshet which was tumblings over the falls Several ran to three pounds, and was. deep in my de- lightsome employment when I was joined bv a chatty stranger, who, being native of the place, professed great knowledge and proficiency of the gentle art AS ne gossiped on I hooked another fine fish, and began patiently to play him, but with caution, as he was very fresh and leaping up some feet in the ar Ire quently.
 The grand struggle had gone on for about fifteen minutes, when my trout began to give up the fight. Here my visitor begged to do me the favor or landing my fish. Taking my net ne hastened to the river edge and got the net in. talking all the time. 1 advised caution and brought the tired fish to the brink. Imagine my dismay and right eous wrath when my would-be assistant managed in his haste to strike the line with the net, and I stood by to see noble white trout-the genuine salmon trout-xnocked off, and quietly swimming away Why, I could gladly then and there have pitched this garrulous little, man into the river. After twenty-nine years I regret that I did not land that four -pounder myself
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