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TELLS THRILL OF
ROGUE FISHING
A vivid descriptive narrative ot
a fishing trip lo the Rogue river
by Mrs. John Borden of Chicago, a
mnrnber of the famous Borden
Alaska, Arctic expedition, and close
friend of Mr. and Mrs. Hnrrv Sentt
of San Francisco and Medford, was
a featured article in last month rt
issue of "Outdoor America," pub
lished by the Jzaak Walton league
of America. Written in an espe
cially interesting style, Mrs. Bor
den tolls of the Joys of angling
in the well' known southern Ore
gon strpam, in which she and her
hushand. alone with other mem-
1 hers of party bound on an expedi
tion lo Alaska spent several days
fishing.
Thq article, which is the second
in the magazine, Is well illustrated
with river scenes, which were
taken near the summer cabin of
Harry Scott, who spends six
months every year at the cabin,
whlh Is located on the river this
ahtt of Trail.
Kntltlod, "Battling the Rogue,
or How a Beginner Sees It," the
narrative Is as follows:
The train roared over the Siski
you mountains, Oregon, with Its
rolling hills, Ipvely fertile valleys
overflowing with ripe fruit, on a
clear Septemher day a cloudless
sky shining over the peaceful land
scape, lay before us. In the valley
a winding river sparkled In the
lrly morning sunshine, the clear
blue waters tumbling and splash
ing over grey houlders, hastening
in a furious descent towards the
Pacific.
"There's the famous Rogue"
exclaimed my husband excitedly: "
ho loo stared out of the car win
dow. While the train descended into
the valley, I sat back, watching
the swift onrush of Mister Rogue.
So it was In this river where one
must wade In order to catch steel
head! The riffles lcoked unpleas
antly rough the current much toe
rapid. Cool shivers tingled up and
down my spine. How I wished
that I had taken our trip more
seriously - had practiced any
where the precious art of "pre
senting the fly!"
"This will give you a good
chance to see whether the outdoor
life appeals before we start on a
Jong trip to Alaska," John Borden
interrupted my questioning
thoughts.
"Medford!" shouted a third
member of our party, standing in
the doorway hat on the back of
his youngish bald head; a broad
smile extending from ear to ear.
'We climbed off the dusty car
and breathed deeply the cool, clear
air that blew off the mountains. A
young man in tweeds, and tennis
shoes, met us. He was the fourth
member of our .little vacation trip,
and he, too, wore a healthy grin.
"Hello, boy! Hero are the Bor
densl" Introduced our companion
as we all shook hands. ,
A hundred and one suitcases and
mhnl.nntu u-o..n hnulllv.thi-nwn Into
1S an automobile, bound for our
host's rnnch about ten miles dis
tant. We were piloted to the near
est outfitting store. Here, we
were to buy high waders either
wol.it or shoulder length, besides,
of course, the particular files that
were then in vogue among the
fickle steelhead. had fished be
fore and caught brook trout but
never had I heard such heated,
violent arguments concerning the
many varieties of flies that were
spread out alluringly on the coun
ter. There were reds, blues,
browns, and oranges some bright
feathery ones, others distinctly
drab and dull. "lienle, . meenle,
minie, mo! My mother told me to
take this one !" Why not it
seemed plausible?
"Do many wives try this game?"
I asked hesitantly I was almost
-yenkening.
"Sure! But most of them sit on
the bank and have their fun get
ting tangled in branches," laughed
the man who had met us, being
" highly amused. His was the point
of view known and understood by
confirmed bachelors of forty years
experience women were still a
grim conundrum.
Other people were bustling In
and out of the store. It seemed to
be the hot-spot of fishing gossip. :
An odor of rubber (that unmis
takable aroma which immediately
greets one's sensitive nostrils on
boarding ship) permeated the
stuffy room equally diluted by
strong smells of fish and lenther
nn entirely proper outfitting store.
Armed with appropriate imple
ments we hurried off anxious to
be somewhere along the Rogue
before' the afternoon was over.
Nothing to Interrupt now only
time out for changing clothes. The
famous sport steelhead fishing
was nearly upon us.
Soon we reached the white reach
hous? snugly situated below a hill,
surrounded by trees bearing lusci
ous pears end crimson apples.
Below these trees were men and
children packing the delicious
fruit in crates pl.Ing the crates
1 one on top of the other.
-Well we're ready!" shouted
someone. Of course, a male voice!
Four of us after a hurried un
packing our arms bulging with
rods of every length and weight
our heavy hob-nailed boots echo
ing along the porch over which
we attempted to walk very lightly
so as to avoid scratching the re
cently painted floor. ' Next, the
bottom of the car groaned with
boxes of tackle, flies and leaders,
dry shoes, extra sweaters, and, last
but not least food. . . It was
eleven o'clock.
The cool winds whipped across
our faces as we sped over gravel
roads; everywhere was health and
peace. We somewhat resmbled
dogs with our necks stretched to
windward sniffing the fragrant
apple-laden air. "What a life
this gentleman's sport! No more
Afternoon bridge games, pink teas,
end pinker houses' thought the
teg Inner in the gam.
DURANT BEATS FASTEST HUMAN RECORD IN 100 METER DASH
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toward the bruised; and. still shak
ing object that was me once on
terra flrma the novice stayed put.
More power to the world's
champion flycasters! No more
will I speak of fisherman's luck
not anyway when trespassing on j year ago,
inose ureatniess worus siiuetnuuu
fisherman's luck In the Rogue.
1
Another logger Killed
MADERA, Aug. IS. Uf) John S.
Burke, 29, died at a hospital of
injuries suffered when he was
crushed between two logging cars
on the Madera Sugar lJino Lumber
company's railroad. He Is - sur
jvived by his widow and a brother
at Long Beach.
A force of 750 men and women
will start work next week on pear
canning at the plant of the West
ern Oregon Packing corporation
here. The pear pack la expected
to be more than double tliut of a
Thar question was answered Inst
week by a Durant Star Four
utility roadster on the Los Ange
les Coliseum clndorpath. Timed
by. Los Angeles sports critics and
Ralph Chick, manager of the
Coliseum and A. A. U. officials'
the Durant Star beat the man
made record for the 100-metei'
dash by four-fifths of a second -the
200-meter mark by four and
four fifth seconds nnd the - rec
ord for 400 meters by fifteen and
four-fifth seconds. Photos show:
(1) Awniting the starter's gun.
(2) On nn unbanked turn. (3)
Breaking the. tape in the 100
meter '.spring' being timed by of
ficials of the Coliseum.
"Think Ross' riffle the best bet
today announced our host who
was driving the car. "Bill caught
one there yesterday."
" 'One there yesterday . . ?"
And I had imagined five or six of
the silvery creatures would be a
good fisherman's dally catch! You
see, brook trout was my standard
of measurement Did he actually
infer that the bigger and better go
getters boasted of one steelhead?
. . Little did a tenderfoot realize
hooking and landing one of that
special brand of rainbow trout.
Reaching a particular bend in
the river, where it seemed to be
gurgling and splashing over black
er depths, we learned this was
Robs', riffle it carried a juicy
reputation. Each of the three men
announced into which pool he
would wade my allotted spot was
in between. One thoughtful -man
among the three, gave me an arm
on which to lean as I made my
initial acquaintance with the rocky
slimy depths of a steep pool. The
water was mercifully not as cold
against the waders as anticipat
ed. But the boulders- wer fiend
ish! Rough, jagged, slippery
some round, others pointed ; and
every so often we stumbled over
an honest to goodness perch upon
which we could rest before strug
gling, pushing, ahead. We dropped
into space then, again, an un
expected rock knocked against us.
It was uncanny! . . . Somewhat
like I have always imagined it
would be like to walk on stilts that
were about to skid out from
under at any minute. The swift
current pu.shed against us a
mightier strength it had than one
would suppose. Almost common
nicht-mare sensations; trying to i
stand up ngainst a cyclone!
Then I was coached. . . One
must cast quickly agilely let
ting the feathered lure stretch out
into a pool where the water gush
ed over magic depths drawing It
back with a firm steady hand. . . .
Then out again! This we continued
for four or five lessons. One must
quarter the pool; exhaust its f ish i
possibilities before moving on. It i
didn't seem so terribly difficult.
. , . But my line never seemed to I
strike the water far enough away. J
. , , And when it did there was;
too much splash! i
Soon I was left to .my own de
vices. A fresh, crisp smell of
clean earthy things rose from
nearby shores, A breeze swayed
the branches which hung over the
bank rippling across placid
pools: birds twittered. . . . Hours
passed. ... My stomach began to
rumble! What time was tt I
wondered ?
But no signs of any interest
from below the greenish waters.
. Not a nibble!. "Perhaps the
others have had better luck?" I
queried. Visions of a crackling
fire fish sizzling in a frying pan
from where a hot, greasy smell
would greet our hungry senses;
my mouth watered at the memdry
of closing my teeth over such
tender morsels. (We had no
forks I knew but so much the
better for the novelty.) ,
After what seemed an eternity.
something splashed behind mi.
MinJ host was picking his footing
very gingerly. "Iio :" I t nought ;
"There are others who htve u
hard time keeping right aide up!"
"Catch anything?" j
"Skunked!". He shouted. "Let's
eat. . . . Better take my arm," he
added wading closer.
Firm ground was a relief. . . .
Sitting down still more of a relief.
In a few minutes the two other
men made their wet, bedraggled
appearance from round a bend in
the Rogue. Both were empty
handed both began talking at
once. "Skunked!" They were
too.
"I had a hunch Brown Marsh
was the baby that would do the
stuff," moaned H , the one per
son who had cheerfully wasted
precious time teaching me. "I'm
going to Rtlck to that hunch next
time. Nothing even smelled my
fly!" sitting down with a thud
reaching for a sandwich.
"Me for Dusty Miller:" put in
another voice.
My husband chuckled. When
one lives In Chicago one fishes
seldom not enough to take It
with heartbreaking seriousness.
Sandwiches, oranges, and a
drink from the river, refreshed us.
Another ten minutes saw us at it
again. It was four o'clock.
This time the beginner's fly
went out a little bit further. The
late afternoon sun played lazy
shadows over a green world; glit
tered across the darkening surface
of the Rogue. Hovering above the
summit of a high ridge. Would
the men never appear? The early
smell had lost its sweetness be
come damp and strong.
At last! Voices came out of the
twilight Voices that
were still arguing about flies and
riffles. No one had enjoyed suc
cess . . . but there was always
hope for the morrow.
Four tired Trojans scrambled
into the car. Before we reached
our haven of rest, a round pink
moon burst upon a black world
shedding golden rays along our
path. Houses and barns were sil
houetted against dai.w. .shadows.
. . . Someone started singing
"Sweet Eveline" a very off-tune
chorus. But lights now twinkled
from a familiar hill side. A steam
ing platter of beefsteak smothered
in onions was crackling , on,, the
stove guarded by a faithful
Chinaman despite Us being after
nine o'clock.
After a much relished meal,
while the pine logs flickered in a
wide, cheery - fireplace, we sat
toasting our spirits for perhaps an
hour; a row of many-sized woolen
socks smoldered on a rack; stiff
leather boots cluttered one corner.
Pipes and cigarettes vied with the
fire. We yawned" and stretched
like contented catsbefore turn
ing in ... .
A second day happened just
such a one as the first, only this
day one of the three men caught
a steelhead! We saw him strug
gling heard the reel sing he
must have ploughed through the
water at least a quarter of a mile.
We followed . . . His hat was on
the back of his head perspiration
running down his forehead. . . He
was laughing a bit tremulously, v
Some babies!" . . . The reel
whizzed then stopped. "Whew!"
he cried, taking time out to blow
his nose. "It's a good one."
The f'ght was over. The strug
gling fish was conquered.
On the third day, my husband ,
successfully lured one . of the 1
elusivo, finned creatures. Feeling
his decided superiority, without
admitting It to the others, he
quietly placed a shiny spinner on
the end of my over-worked line.
Secretly I longer for a worm!
With this added attraction dan
gling from my rod (I insisted on
calling it pole in those dnys;
much to John's humiliation), I
sallied forth deeper and deeper
out into the beckoning shadows
of a very alluring pool. The water
climbed to the extreme of my
waders. .Barely keeping a highly
precarious balance against heavy
pressure pushing from three sides
I cast a noble line.
Whang! ... A strike!
Instantaneously a dead weight
struck me broadside ... A sicken
ing shiver crept over me the
blood scorned lo freeze In every
painfully slack. Without thinking,
I started after it. The bottom of
all things abruptly disappeared.
My right arm went down into the
water, In an effort to hang on to
something. My feet went out fr?m
under. . . , The question Was actu
ally: How soon would I be floating
head first? At last the heavy
boots bumped against something
solid while I still hovered in wet
space . . . Saved! What a mo
ment! . And I had complete
ly forgotten the one precious,
much angled-for, wept-over strike.
But with this vital event of a
nudge added to my pathetic credit
I could finally join in the flow
of conversation which never ceases
as I realized, when fishermen get
together, on the subject of proper
sensations when one first meets a
steelhead. Possibly it is much bet
ter that I never landed his majesty
(undoubtedly a large one), be
cause the existence of the dazzling
spinner would then have been
kn"vn.
Crawling cautiously toward
shore which offered easier mo
ments, a strange commotion, In a
shallow, . still. - pool arretted my
panting attention. Stealing fur
ther the disturbance turned Into
a large number of huge, mouldy,
greenish salmon wallowing In the
sand; their fins bristling above the
water, their slippery bodies ca-
vcln. What on earth was lurking reening about sleek sides glisten
In those mysterious, plnmmyj ing in the afi rrnoon sun that pene
depths? I couldn't look . . . Bang! , trated between low-hanging
Again it knocked pgnlnst my knees branches. It whs l heir final des
which all but gave way . . . The ! pprato attempt to fool destiny;
sninner and nudge wore forgot- j Life, for them, wns nearly over;
ton ... I the eggs were laid nnd fertilized;
' Then I remembered someone ex-I soon each sluggish, slimy object
plaining: "Don't get scared if ni would burrow into the loose sand
hulf-deiid salmon hits you In the there breathe Its final, gasping
rear" .... breath.
In the menntime, my line wns' Not long after, figures enmo
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