The Birmingham age-herald., 1921-07-28

and caution in his quest, the better success You've got to know some thing of the game. If your trout sees the fisherman before he does the fly, the creel is apt to have lit tie to do. No well-rounded and thoughtful trout with some knowl- edge of deductive logic and expe- rience in the scheme of avoiding cap ture is easily buncoed by an anna teur with more fishing clothes and outfits, not to speak of his yarns about achievements elsewhere, with the morals suggested 0y the same, than resourcefulneSs or skill. A cold water trout is a connoiseur in several respects. He knows lot he can't tell; but he can teach the amateur fly fisherman more than he can digest in years.
 Get an 1S-inch rainbow or 12-inch brook in a cold stream chasing through Pisgah Forest 2,500 to 5000 feet up to take your No. 10 "profes- sor" or "Parmachene Belle" in swift rapids about sunset, amid a wealth of mountain laurel and azalea in full bloom, watch your four-ounce rod double, hear your oiled line swish, note the leaps. dashes. darts and lunges of your prize beauty in his efforts to disgorge the fly, catch some momentary glimpses of his red streaks, listen to 8 numbering com panion green at the sport yelling; For Gods sake, don't lose that won derful boy. and note the contest be- tween ingenuity of fish and ambition of fisherman in the battle, and you've some sport that's worth while. Then .eat your prize beauty, in all the lus- ciousness of his pale pink flesh and delicious flavor when broileu to turn for breakfast after you've re- hearsed the whole thing in your dreams-well what's the use? Just come on up and get the experienced no writer can tell you about it so you'll understand.
 Fishing for Rainbow
 The brook and rainbow range in size up here from to IS inches long, and from a few ounces to- two pounds, occasionally more. Rainbow have been taken here as high as two and half pounds. When the water is reasonably low and quite clear an experienced fly fisherman, during the better season, from June to September i, can easily fill his creel with the limit in three to five hours, if he knows the wading game and is willing to switch back and forth from dark to bright flies and try out a variety of colors and tones until he discovers what the trout de- mand. Rainbow, and especially brook, are highly discriminating, and little jess exacting and sensitive than a debutante belle in a southern town. They want what they want at the proper moment under special condi ticns. Nothing else will do. You must figure all this out to a njcety. That's part of the intricate game.
 Recently two of us went over to what is known as the pink beds" for an afternoon with the trout. We were properly equipped for wading, climbing, ducking or anything else. carried extra tips and dozen va rieties of flies. For an hour we had little success. Around sunset we were in ideal rapids, torrents, pools and ripples that rushed, roared, gur- gled and sang as sweet music as any lover of nature ever odored. Colors and tints were ravishingly beautiful. Wood thrush. catbirds, robins, rais- ing interesting families, and dozen species of other song birds fitted back and forth in play and concert that provided feast for the ear and a tonic for the soul. Mountain mag nolia and banks of honeysuckle poured out their fragrance in com petitive appeals to an additioIAl sense. It was a vision of beauty Mn the primeval. a symphony of color, tone and rythm.
 And we put 14 speckled beauties in our creel, not even taking time to fight our way through a well-nigh impenetrable tangle of laurel to have it out with a big rattler lying 21| feet away on moss-covered rock. and occasionally warning us in fragmentary sing" Perhaps our courage was distracted by the more enticing surroundings. At any rate, we left the rattler to have it out with more venturesome fishermen.
 Pink Beds
 Up to our return to Brevard, it had not occurred to me that the Pink Beds" a wild and weirdly beautiful forest lying for miles amid natures handiwork, was not named for, the delicate and fragment little flower which has been supplanted by it's more self-conscious city sister, the carnation. To our horror, we learned the name came from another noun taineer who once lived over there un- der the euphoneous surname of Pink. Well, at least the city direc- tory can crow when adding this color to it's Blacks, Reds, Greens, Blues, Browns, whites, etc, while hoping some day for MT. and Mrs. Yel- low