The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1916-02-03
FINS, FURS AND FEATHERS
Observation-Disclosures

During the course of the season local
people and their visitors, while on fish
ing excursions and when hunting in the
mountains, have many interesting ex-
periences The Glacier will be very glad
to have fishermen and hunters give an
account of their experiences to this
column of the paper. If you hear a
story or a good joke, report it.
Last week for a change a fishing
did go, and the way the finny tribe bit
wasn't so slow; went down to the
swinging-bridge or somewhere there
about, and had caught my basket near
ly full of those speckled trout; and the
rigging ! bad was complete and the
best of the kind, pole and reel and
about a thousand feet of line. ! sat
down on a rock, hummed tune, then
sang song, when up jumps a salmon,
if he was an inch, he was mile long :
he nibbled the bait, then swiped my
pole, line and hook, he sailed down
stream like so much high power cleo
trio juice, said to myself, well. I'm
a SON. of. gun, what's the use;" so |
didn't follow, | knew he would be soon
coming up, then sat down on the
bank and of the bait | took sup.
saw my outfit moving with him in the
lead making things crack. he had been
down to the Mt Hood turntsble and
was coming back; and to get rope
around his neck | labored an hour or
more, and when | did, said, "Now
old boy, III land you on shore;;" but
the rope broke and into the chilly
water | was sent, he didn't stop to say
good bye. but down the river he went.
Some may like salmon fishing, but ]
don't want any of it in mine, but what
| would like to have back, is my pole,
reel and line; if any angler should cap
ture this salmon at any future day,
bring the outfit to me and I'll reward
him with pay. III rope that salmon
sometime, then | can see just how he
looks, aud when l do. III stop him
from stealing poles, lines and hooks.
| am not the least bit discouraged,
neither will | cry. but ! must close
this epistle, yours truly, "Old Wrinkle
eye."
The cold weather of last week killed
hundreds of Alaska or Mountain robins.
The birds flocked to the willow brakes
along the Columbia lowlands. 81
found the ground fairly covered with
the birds as was walking across the
lowlands last week" says II. l.. Dean.
The Airedale terrier of E. Rhodes
Moller is a wise dog. The dog follows
his masters automobile. AS soon as
the car is stopped Mr.. Airedsle mounts
to the hood and takes seat over the
warm engine, cautiously placing his
stump of tale, IN order that it may
not come in contact with the too warm
radiator.
Recently A. M. Curtis, rs, living
near Dee, heard a disturbance among
his chickens. fastening out to the
hen house with a lantern and gun, he
fond wildcat playing havoc among
his hens.
The prowler had killed six of the lit
tie flock of eight fine layers. Mr.. Cur.
It's shot the "varmint. The cat was
slain, but that didn't restore his highly
priced little flock. Those we're no ordi-
nary chickens. 1t had been their Gus.
tom to keep right on supplying their
daily quota of eggs when neighboring
fowls were losfing on the job.
Saturday night eight neighbors, each
with fine hen under his arm, slipped
quietly to the old mans henhouse, and
without his knowledge, placed them in.
side. Mr.. Curtis surprise can be i'm.
agined when be went to feed his sadly
depleted little flock in the morning anC
found them recruited up to more thar
full strength.