THE OREGON SPORTSMAN 



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Wade in Deep so You. Can Cast Out to Where the Big- Fish Lie. 



grant growing things — the ripple of wild water and the joy of 

 life. Indeed your true fisherman "finds tongues in trees, books 

 in the running brooks, sermons in stones and good in every- 

 thing." 



From Medford an accommodating Ford trundled us across 

 a rolling valley country of fruit orchards, ripening grain fields, 

 vineyards and broken glades, from whose patches of laurel and 

 chaparral little coveys of quail would rise and whirl away. 



Then French's, a modest, rather isolated farm, on the very 

 bank of the river, and then — the river itself. And such a river 

 it is indeed! Imagine a mountain brook with all its eddies, its 

 riffles, its tumbling, broken water and its deep, still pools mag- 

 nified a hundred times, and you have the Rogue. Imagine, too. 

 the fish of the brook equally magnified, and you get an idea of 

 the size of the monsters of the tribe piscary which (unless you 

 are a dexterous fisherman like myself) are quite apt to take 

 your proffered lure. I almost completely prevented such a ca- 

 tastrophe. But my two friends, who were less skillful, actually 

 found themselves on several occasions in the embarrassing situa- 



