The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1933-09-01

F'reds and Vic stayed on Newfound.
But with Harry along it was useless to
try for wall-eyes. did snare couple
but he was so busy with the big pickerel
the boat was halted continuously and
trolling was out of the question.
While our angling luck had not been
bad that of the two FredS had tran
scended all bounds. firing of boating |
in the hot sun they came ashore and ,
had tried throwing few minnows intoi
the pool below the dam, using their fly |
rods. The results were astonishing
and they had the proof in as splendid |
string of wall-eyes as want to see in |
any mans country.
Some of the fish were browning |
toothSomely in pan over a camp fire |
but the prospect of some real sport
proved more of lure than the food.
Hungry as we were, Harry forgot his
| wet clothing and proceeded to catch
| eight beauties on single minnow.
| And Bill Stewart, please don't have
me arrested if I confess that in one
hour and ten minutes by the clock I
pulled in forty-seven wall-eyes. I put
all but three back into the pool with
their thousands of brothers, wetting
my hands before touching the fish and
the hooks.
i Where are you Believe IT. Not
Ripley? And you fellows who are COM
planning there are no fish left in Min
neSota waters?
i Sport? You can't beat it.
And health? How can you duck it
enjoying such outdoor thrills?
i We fshed, enjoying a strike every
cast, until it actually became monot-
onouS. And then there were those
twenty-five Founders to capture.
So away to the fray with Dewey con-
tinuing his tonicy talk, enough to pep
) up the most jaded of angling appetites.
Back to the pickerel battles But all
too small around ten pounds. Until
around six o'clock when Harry had the
good fortune to hook what we thought
at first was the bottom of the lake.
But as line began spinning out we
started to give credence to his story
that he 'fhad big one"
i The big fellow weighed seventeen
pounds and put up a fight for his
| freedom in the icy chill of the azure
blue water at the rate of a minute per
pound. When he was safely brought
to gait and in the bottom of the boat,
Harry lay down beside him and we
started the ten mile chug to camp
i Tired? We just made the pillows
before our eyes were closed by that
comfortable sort of exhaustion that
comes only from life in the great out
doors. Dream? Yes. of the morrow
and the new angling thrills we hoped it
would bring; throwing out eighty-five
J feet of silken cord with painted piece
of wood or metal on the end of it. And
of having giant of the deep grab this
sham and delusion to give us the tussle
of the year.
II Don't trouble for breakfast" Lowell
had counSelled Vic before retiring,
~waffles and bacon will be plenty" So
pancakes and sow-belly of the good old
tarny days it was after Old Sol, that
J ever efficient alarm clock rousted us
from our beds.
Today it was to be the Canadian
border in Eastwood lake Just below
! where the falls tumble into it from
Sucker lake. The real big ones were
there, no question.
i And they were. Never in long and
eventfu1 angling experiences had any
of us seen the show that these big ones
put on for us as We cast from a log
!; dock into Eastwood. Two Indians who
had arrived early had dozen apiece of
northerns that would make the most
hardened diciple Of Izaak Walton "Oh"
and "Ah."
II See fish? Never in my life have I
seen so many big ones as peopled these
crystal clear waters. But it was late
when we arrived, around 9 a. m. and
they had utterly CEASED biting. And it
was disconcerting to say nothing of
unnerving to have 20-pounder sail
gracefully along behind ones plug
watching it apparently but doing moth
ling in the way of striking.
/ Our shiny bats must have been at
tractive though. because 1t was not long
until half dozen Of these fish we