939 THE OREGON SPORTSMAN 
ANGLER GROVER CLEVELAND 
By A. M. STODDART 
ARIOUS stories are told of Grover Cleveland by anglers, While 
\) fishing one day, dressed in oilskins and slouch hat, Mr. Cleve- 
land was addressed by an angler dressed in the height of fashion 
with: 
‘‘Hello, boatman, you’ve certainly got a good catch. What will 
you take for the fish?’’ 
‘‘T’m not selling them,’’ replied the man in oilskins, 
‘“Well,’’ continued the persistent angler, ‘‘what do you want to 
take me out fishing tomorrow?’’ 
Mr. Cleveland was plainly enjoying the joke. ‘ 
‘IT can’t make any engagement except by the season,’’ he re- 
plied. ‘‘Will you give me as much as I made last year?’’ 
‘*You’re a sharp fellow,’’ replied the angler, ‘‘but a good fisher- 
man, and I’ll accept your terms, What did you make last year?’’ 
’**Oh,’’ replied Mr, Cleveland, ‘‘about $1,000 a week. I was 
President. of the United States.’’ 
Mr. Cleveland was an angler who believed in conservation. He 
practiced leaving something for those that come after. His limit was 
twelve fish a day. Curious to relate, when black bass fishing he always 
carried a measuring stick and returned to the lake all fish less than 
twelve inches in length. 
BEND JUDGE BREAKS FISHING RECORD 
(From the Bend Press) 
UDGE Eastes has always been recognized as one of Bend’s 
leading lights in the piscatorial art. 
Now he has established beyond all peradventure that he is 
entitled to the championship belt, in the absence of a suitable trophy 
for this class of sport. The Bend Press would suggest that Billy 
George’s Middle Weight Championship Belt of Central Oregon be 
given to Hastes. : 
The majority of fishermen Sunday were satisfied with a fish or 
two, some even report strikes which were satisfactory. The Judge, 
however, went out with blood in his eye and came back with fish in 
his basket. He was among the large number who went to the 
Metolius Sunday to try the waters of that magnificent stream. He 
had been fishing for some time with little luck when suddenly he 
had a strike from a 14-inch rainbow that made the water boil. The 
Judge was in some brush, a very difficult place to fish, and tried 
to work his way to a place where it would be easier for him to land 
the trout. Before he was able to reach a place, another trout, this 
time a Dolly Varden eighteen inches in length, took the other ri on 
then began a battle royal. The Judge was equal to the emergney, as 
he has been in times past, and landed both fish without mishap. 
Spectators are still wondering what the subject of his oration would 
have been if the leader had snapped under the strain. 
Not until the fish were in the basket did he allow himself a 
second’s hilarity, and when they were there, he was too weak 
to yell. 
ae twenty carloads of fishermen from various parts of the 
county enjoyed the day at the Metolius. Although no large catches 
were reported the fish were rising to the fly better than any day this 
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