244 Recreations of a Sportsman 



ounce rod. Then Mr. A. L. Beebe, of Portland, 

 told me at the Tuna Club of his luck at Klamath, 

 and his life there, winter and summer, as twice 

 he has been held by the lure of its charms. He 

 built a little hunting lodge there, spending one 

 winter at Pelican Bay, and another at Odessa, 

 a mile or so to the south, hunting and trapping, 

 literally shut out from the world, in the heart 

 of one of the most remarkable ancient volcanic 

 regions known, at least, in this country. 



Pelican Bay itself is a shallow inlet in the 

 northwestern part of Upper Klamath, in Oregon, 

 and counts little in the fishing, the latter being 

 confined, in a measure, to the north edge or 

 shore line and the little rivers, as Crystal Creek, 

 which winds through a wocus and tule swamp 

 that is a region of delights in many ways, as 

 here the jacksnipe lives, and countless ducks 

 and geese make it a stopping place; while near- 

 by, in the forest, beyond the quaking aspens, 

 grouse, known here as pheasants, are found. 



Crystal Creek rises in many splendid springs 

 that well out of the bottom, as clear as crystal, 

 in which trout of prodigious size are often seen. 

 It is a little river flowing through the wocus 

 and tule, with here and there masses of willow 

 guarding its sides, the boat often running into 

 great patches of wocus. Beyond are the fring- 

 ing aspens, and beyond them again, the great 

 black forests of Oregon, reaching away to the 



