The Birmingham age-herald., 1921-09-04
H|DEN WRITES MORE .OF GREAT FISHING
 AT LAKE FAIRFIELD
Describes Wonderful Evening of Music by Moonlight on Lakes Placid
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Fly ROBERT G. HIDDEN


 Lake Fairfield. N C.. September 1, Especial )--Back again at Lake Fairfield, one of the most placid. pie l turesQue spots in America. And do not except some of the notably beautiful places in Glacier National park, 70 miles from railroad. away up in northwest Montana, just below the Canadian border, amid awe-inspiring peaks 10000 or more feet, all covered with snow, wonder full glaciers several miles square flashing in the sun light and hun dreds of lakes and streams reflecting all the hues and tints of the rain bow.
 This peaceful, bewilderingly beau tiful region for miles around show ing what nature can do when at her best and perfectly fit for rare achievement, grows on anyone with an eye for out-of-door attractions. Like all places worth seeing, it is hard to reach. You scramble, push and fuss your way in an apology of car or an d-fashioned mountain carriage, over q won't say rough roads) rocks, bumps and ruts for II miles after leaving the train at Lake Toxaway.
 Yet, it's worth a dozen trips of the kind to spend week tramping rid ing horseback, wading neighboring streams for speckled beauties or trolling a Colorado spinner 70 feet behind your boat for the swift trick rainbow, gathering mountain flowers or water lilies that fringe the lake, hiking to dozen lovely waterfalls, climbing peaks or domes that tower nearly 000 ,-;1 and pungent foliage, and sleeping so soundly in temperature of 5s to 61 degrees that you are surprised to note not even rising bell through all the railways arouses you at 7:30 in the morning.
 This is my third visit to Lake Fairfield this summer, coming up from Brevard and whereabouts for q week each. Word from Birmingham advised the weather there was still warm. So an excuse was offered to come back for 10 days, this time with my son, just out of Camp Sap phire, near Brevard.
 I've sent The Herald one sketch from here this summer briefly describing the scenery and trout fishing. But the temptation to do another was accentuated by MT. Stan ley's invitation to repeat. So here we are, reader, with a hurriedly- written picture of a recent moon- light hour on the lake.
 For two hours we drifted behind combination spinner and fly. Fiva handsomely marked rainbow in all the richness of their coloring dec- orated the bottom of the boat. They ranged in size from Is to IS inches luscious setting for the morning p7ea1 Then ma shiftad ta hnjt fish = | ing in a fascinating cove just be- low the perfect falls that feed the lake. A mink peeped from under a | rock, then stealthily swan about. l dived several times and caught four l, rainbow of a smaller, size. Two he devoured. leaving only their heads. | The other two he carried away to put in cold storage under a boulder for future consumption.
 Owl Ventures Forth A big owl ventured from a hol- low tree and repeated his weird. scanty repertoire uninvited. We moved into the open for trolling to ward the landing. A water bird how cred and fluttered over my spinner with a keen desire to snap it; but apparently fearful of consequences.
 Then the moon peeped from be- hind great Hogback's shoulder, It was mellow mountain moon barely full, but subtle in it's influence On the nature dream.
 The reflections were well nigh perfect. No man. made mirror could | compete with them.
 Chimney top loomed to the south west with a strong suggestion of lf-assertion, it's peak in clear-cut defiance under the green gold light. Its mammoth dimensions and 5000 feet seemed literally to look pity inely on the world below. Old Whiteside, with head poked skyward, carried a strange majestic dignity as II inwardly boasting of its huge pro portions and 5,20o feet of rock and forestry. Bald Rock and it's several