The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1914-07-03
A MACKAY STORY

John D. Minis and William P.
Kennedy, two editors from towns on
the Twin Falls north side tract went
to Mackay on fishing trip, and when
State Game Warden o. H. Barber
asked Mines for story of their ex-
perience for publication in the magi-
zine, idaho Fish and Came" Mr..
Minis wrote the following:
1t is perhaps not always that a
fisherman tells the truth about fish
ing, but when one does, his friends
and co-patriots should back him up
with their moral support and deposit
tons, if need be.
l have read with interest "Dills"
description of fishing on Lost river,
in a recent number of Fish and Game.
Knowing Dill" as good scout, a
most amiable entertainer and withal
a talented and tireless fisherman, l
hasten to his support and give his
article my unqualified Endorsement.
And this is not case of one liar
backing up another. I am truth
full man, especially in anything that
concerns fish, and having said so
myself, this should settle it. Hence
this is case of one absolutely reli-
able witness corroborating another
absolutely reliable witness. This
ought to cinch the evidence part Of
the case.
1t was three years ago the coming
August that "Bill" and I visited Lost
river and went fishing with Dill"
The occasion is still fresh in the
memory and the fish taken on that
occasion have been caught and re-
cought in retropection many times.
Dill" describes it exactly when he
says you plunge in. You do, for a
fact, if you follow Dill. Lost river
was little high on account of recent
rains, and although August, the wind
which blew stiff breeze on the first
afternoon was chill. This party
consisting of the three ungraces, Dill,
Bill and I, fished couple of hours
in Lost river and each made good
catch of nice fellows weighing from
half pound to a pound and a half
The plunging in process was physi-
cally evidenced by Bill getting his
cigarette papers, which he carried in
his shirt pockets, soaked. And the
pocket of Bills shirt was in the
bosom and not in the tail On Lost
river the fishing ground, or perhaps
more properly, fishing water, is
bordered on both sides by a jungle
of trees and underground of brush
that is not penetrable by man,
especially man incumbered with fish
ing tackle. It would be a deal of
work, more work than a fisherman
will usually do, to penetrate it with
an axe, except in very rare and far
apart instances When one plunges
in he stays plunged in for some time
to come. And he must wade down
stream-it is not negotiable up
stream by man and hand power. But
there is fishing there that anybody
can negotiate.
The party fished together three
days in succession, the other two be-
ing devoted to the more tractable
waters of Parsons and Warm Springs
creeks. These are pleasant streams
to fish-the sport over this ground
is true recreation, and the fish
caught average just nice size. They
appear to be ordered to fit pretty
comfortably, when tenderly laid on
their sheeny sides, nine-inch frying
pan, although | personally and I'M
aided caught 14-inch rainbow that
made as pretty fight as a fisherman
could wish 1t was no trouble at all
for fly fisherman to catch the limit
in few hours.
On the last trip out, Bill forgot his
dry change. This does not refer to
money, but to clothes. We simply
used old cast off underclothes, trous-
ers and shoes, drying them over night
if they would, if not, putting them on
wet when the fishing ground was
reached and changing back to the
dry ones for the ride in. On this
occasion my guardianship of Bill was
relaxed for some reason or other and
he forgot to take along his fishing
clothes. So he fished in his trav-
cling suit and B. V. DIS.
This was all right and interfered
not at all with the splendid catch
we all made. But when the baskets
were filled and we returned to the
rig, the same chill wind was blowing
chill to delicate constitution
draped thinly in wet clothes-and