DAYS IN THE OPEN 



name is " squawk-fish," so called from the noise it 

 makes when caught. 



Is this all that the far-famed Kootenay can 

 furnish? Must it be told to future generations 

 that two able-bodied men spent a half -day of 

 strenuous toil and only captured a plebeian squaw- 

 fish? Well, tell it if you must, but when you get 

 started keep right on and tell the whole story. 

 That afternoon we. deserted the calm water along 

 the shore and struck out for the tumbling billows 

 made by Midge Creek as it rushes into the lake. 

 Then and there the sport began. The trout were at 

 home and receiving callers. The gaudy " Parma- 

 chene Belle " had no sooner struck the water than 

 snap whizz jump splash landing net two- 

 pounder, and then it all began over again. We 

 had struck our gait. 



What fishing! Did you ever catch a rainbow 

 trout? If not, you have yet to live. He is a com- 

 bination of gymnast and dynamo. When com- 

 munications have been established, he at once 

 begins a series of acrobatic performances which 

 leave no doubt as to his agility. The writer 

 counted twelve jumps made by one fish before he 

 was brought to net. These were not little dis- 

 turbances of the surface of the water, just enough 

 to give notice of his whereabouts but clean leaps. 

 How high? How would three feet do? If that's 

 too much, take off an inch. Especially fascinating 

 was the sport after sundown, when the dusk was 



