The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1914-10-29
SCARED BY A FISH
Or Maybe II Was a New Species
OF Inland Sea Monster.
A VISION IN RED EAGLE LAKE.

II Couldn't Have Been a Dream, the
Angler Admits That, Nor Bear, Nor
a Shark, Though IL Did Look Like .
Dog, but Anyhow and Luckily II Col
Away.
In camp on Red Eagle lake In the
Glacier National park, devoured By
mosquitoes as big as cultures, as fierce
as tigers and as numerous as drops OF
water In the Pacific ocean!
This IS a bad beginning for a fish
story. The language seems to suggest
that the narrator has already become
| unreliable. As a matter Of fact, phrases
which are strictly accurate may be
palpably misleading.
The language Of hyperbole Is needed
to present an adequate picture. Per
haps the mosquitoes are not quite 80
big or fierce or numerous as stated, but
they seem TO be.
But to the fish story. And the Ian
guage Of vivid metaphor shall be laid
aside. What follows is fact - un-
adorned, unexaggerated fact i could
not have dreamed ii. ] cannot even
now that | have begun to put pen to
paper hope to tell Ii in such a way as
TO bring the scene with realizing ear
nestness before the eye Of my brother
anglers.
1t was evening / was on the lake
alone in my little canvas boat The
fishing had been good. was return
ing to camp satisfied. The sack of fish,
my fishing kit discarded tackle, the
net, etc, lying at the bottom Of the
boat, 1t seemed safer to leave the rod
to poke out over the stern, the flies
trailing the water-out of mischief, as
| thought, where they could not get
tangled with any of the truck.
So rowed along gently, happy in
the slaughter l had accomplished and
wishing my friends had been with me
to do their share And the rod shot
over the stern of the boat before my
very eyes!
| had the presence of mind not to
make forward dart and grab for 1t
as 1t disappeared. Such violent move
ment would undoubtedly have col
lapsed my collapsible boat l sat in
speechless amazement, too startled for
thought
And then close by a mighty splash
ing and plunging. turned and saw
on the top of the water something
swimming, a red brown head and
shoulders. was frightened 1t was
so huge.
! thought Of bear, of shark, and
stories of sea monsters flashed through
my mind. The thing was swimming
slowly. What | could see Of 1t look
ed for all the world like the head of
magnificent St Bernard dog used to
own
Then came to myself. realized that
this was fish of species not known
to me and of an incredible, unheard of
size He had taken my fly, had hook
ed himself on to the rod which he had
dragged overheard and was swimming
slowly because he was drawing 1t
along the bottom of the lake.
chased him. He dived, came up
again with splashing like that of
an elephant in pond and smashed
down again. Almost | could keep up
with him, so slowly did he swim and
so much time did he waste In his
frantic efforts to get free.
II had been able to row properly,
facing in direction opposite to the
one In which | was moving, | believe
could have overtaken him. But
needed to keep my eye on him, and
so had to backwater with the oars,
losing power at every stroke. | was
thinking slowly. l was still too stun
ned to think normally. | was puzzled
by the fact that such a monster did
not break my frail tackle in mo-
ment. There was no resistance so long
as the forty yards of line continued
to unwind or the rod TO move easily
through the water
As often as he swung over and drop
ped dovn on the six foot leader 1t sim
ply yielded beneath him. Five times
he rose, and the fifth time l was quite
near him. He seemed to be anything
from four feet to six feet long, have
at home muskelunge which caught
five years ago In the st. Lawrence
river He weighed thirty-two pounds
and measures forty seven inches. This
fellow was much bigger and more ter
rlfying. And have no other means of
guessing at his size and weight.
Then with the sixth leap and dive
something gave, and the monster was
seen no more. ! rowed slowly back TO
camp actually unnerved by the adven-
ture. Llterally-and he who will may
laugh at mel felt afraid to be alone
In the failing evening light, alone on a
piece Of water inhabited by such crea-
lures as the one who had pursued me
and whom | had pursued
was glad to hear the friendly hail
Of my guide from the landing place of
logs which we had constructed, to see
the glare OF the campfire and to sniff
the smell OF supper. Then reckoned
up my loss-a rod, S35; reel, $3.50,
and a four dollar line-nearly $50
worth of property at the bottom of
Red Eagle lake!-Rev G. Il. Aked,
D. D., Ill. D., in New York American.
ParIor Tricks.
Bill-Did you ever take part In any
parlor maglc2 Jill-0h, yes that's how