A Day at Lake Tetonka. 



left drove out onto a large headland and stopped at the ^loor 

 of the Maple Point Hotel. 



Here we found a large, home-like, main building sur- 

 rounded by several comfortable cottages, boat house, and every 

 requisite for the care and comfort of the angler. 



From the village to this point is a pleasant drive, and the 

 villagers and visitors drive it often to enjoy the cooling lake 

 breeze and to picnic beneath the grand old trees. 



But pardon me. Here I am ranting about scenery, when I 

 started to tell about fishing. But a man is excusable under the 

 circumstances. Pick a person up on a hot, dusty day in west- 

 ern Nebraska, whirl him over the steel rails a few hours and 

 set him down under these old trees on the shores of a beautiful 

 lake, with the fish breaking water in all directions, and if he 

 does not get a little off at first he had better stay at home. The 

 change was so delightful that Friend Barnes and I just loafed 

 until the call for supper. 



Early the following morning we started in two snug little 

 rowboats up the lake, and after a row of a mile dropped anchor 

 at the mouth of Canon River. A delightful breeze was blow- 

 ing across the lake, making it comfortably cool, and rippling 

 the water just enough to make good fishing. We enjoyed the 

 best of sport for two hours, when our minnows gave out. "We 

 had some worms and tried them, but- bullheads and sunfish 

 were the only kinds that would do business with us on thai 

 bait, so we pulled up anchor and went in to replenish the inner 

 man and our bait pails. And right here is where we encountered 

 our greatest difficulty. Frogs for bait casting could not be 

 found, and the only minnows we could get were young sunfish 

 or croppies. With good chubs or shiners I believe we could 

 have caught all the fish we wanted before noon. We had more 

 trouble to get bait than fish ; in fact, the grown-up fish behaved 

 toward us with the courtesy due two tenderfeet from Xebraska. 



Mr. Van Fleet and one of his men seined for over an hour 

 after dinner to get a few minnows for our afternoon fishing. 



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