THE OREGON SPORTSMAN 111 
TROUT FISHING IN THE TRASK 
By A. J. HOWELL, McMinnville, Oregon 
During the last few days of springlike weather one’s mind gen- 
erally turns toward the several fishing streams, and the best places to 
make some good catches. My memory wanders back to a short fishing 
trip that I had on one of the finest fishing streams in Oregon, namely, 
the South Trask. 
On July 12, 1916, in company with P. T. Christensen, W. S. Fender 
and Nat Smith, all of McMinnville, I started out in Fender’s Ford for 
the mountains. Arriving at Fairdale, eighteen miles from McMinnville, 
at 8:30 a. m. we proceeded to don our packs for a long hike over a 
very rough but beautiful mountain country. Our packs consisted of the 
usual camping outfits, with but one blanket to the man. Leaving 
Fairdale we followed the old North Yambhill-Tillamook stage road for 
a part of the way. On reaching the Summit House about noon we ate 
our lunch and rested for about an hour, talking with our old friend, 
Osear Steinberg, the Deputy Fire Warden, who is stopping at that 
place, after which we proceeded on our journey, leaving the old road 
at the foot of what is usually called Zig Zag Mountain. We here 
struck the somewhat dim trail for South Trask, arriving at the river 
at 5:00 p. m. about ten miles above the old toll gate, or what is more 
commonly known as the Trask 
House. Here we made camp 
beside one of Nature’s beauty 
streams. It was hard work 
keeping the boys together long 
enough to get camp located, but 
when we did, away went Fender 
und Smith for a mess of trout, 
and it was not long before we 
heard Fender calling for help, 
saying that he had caught a 
‘‘whale’’ and that it was drag- 
ging him down stream, and so 
Pete and I went to his assist- 
ance, and when he landed the 
fish it measured six and one- 
half inches. After commenting 
on the smallness of the first 
catch, we each began fishing 
and soon had enough fish for 
supper and breakfast. After 
supper and sitting around a nice 
eamp fire and telling some 
whoppers, we turned in for the 
night. Everything went well 
except for some complaint as to 
the scarcity of the feathers in 
our beds, but morning soon came | , 
aa? found usiup aud doing) and Scene Near Old Summit House on 
after a Miesied breakfast the rey Pleased sae 
real sport began, and it was sure some sport. Before noon each man had 
caught the limit. We then ate our dinner and rested and talked about 
the beauty of the mountains in this part of the country. Now for 

