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Hendersonville, N. C., Aug. io. — Editor 
Forest and Stream: At last I have been on my 
expected trip to the Chatooga River in Jackson 
county, at the base of old Whitesides Mountain. 
Eight of us, gentlemen and ladies, left Hender¬ 
sonville last .Monday forenoon for Grimshawe’s, 
beyond Lake Toxaway, forty-two miles to Tox- 
away and eighteen miles and a buttock beyond 
to Grimshawe's. 
At Lake Toxaway we were met by two 
young ladies from Baltimore, who brought our 
party up to ten and added greatly to the charm¬ 
ing portion of it. Of men there were just five. 
It was a delightful drive from the lake to Grim¬ 
shawe’s, and we arrived in time to enjoy a 
hearty supper at 8 p. m. There, too, we found 
a charming party of ladies and gentlemen, and 
were soon feeling quite at home. 
Tuesday.-—Fishing for some of us was the 
order of the day, while a number of the young 
folk walked ten miles over to Highlands and 
back. 
We took a number of brook trout and en¬ 
joyed them for breakfast and supper. 
A heavy rain storm with plenty of electric 
display and rolling of thunder was the after¬ 
noon entertainment, but I confess I was rather 
interested in it in a negative way because the 
rain made the stream quite muddy, and fly-fish¬ 
ing was “out of order.” However, in the after¬ 
noon a friend and I went to the river and tried 
the flies. Two small fish the result. Not yet 
clear enough. 
Wednesday.—Once more with clear water 
we tried the fishing and took a number of brook 
trout, and again a thunder storm, but still we 
took some trout, and we managed usually to 
have trout for breakfast and supper. 
Thursday.-—The water begining to clear to 
some extent after the previous day’s storm, two 
of the young men took eighteen, while I in an¬ 
other stretch of water took but nine. Another 
thunder storm and light shower in the afternoon 
kept us all in, but at 5 o’clock in the afternoon 
I put on a raincoat to protect me in a measure 
from the wet grass and bushes, and with a friend 
walked down to the stream below the house, not 
intending to wade, and did not. 
We returned to the house with ten brook 
trout and I lost two others, one taking the fly 
with him. A cornfield and many bushes caught 
the flies on the back cast, and being rather care¬ 
less in examining them from time to time, they 
had been weakened by many times being caught 
on corn tops and bushes, so when the trout 
struck, he took with him the fly. Three times 
this occurred while I was on the river during 
this trip. 
Friday.—The others having gone their sev¬ 
eral ways, and I wishing to have a “last chance” 
at fontinalis, with lunch in my pocket I walked 
to the junction of the river with a tributary 
stream and fished up. At u o'clock clouds be¬ 
gan to- show themselves, but I made up my mind 
to fish until the “thunder rolled.’’ and I thought 
this would begin in the usual faraway manner, 
but just at 12 o'clock noon, when I was in the 
roughest part of my stretch of water where the 
mountains closed in on either side, and the going 
rather difficult, there was a sudden crash, and 
the sound as it were of grease poured on a red 
hot stove. Now, I am not particularly fond of 
lightning, and especially so when I am in a 
stream alone, and in a rough place. Out of it 
I came, took down my rod, reeled up line after 
cutting it off close to the leader, and I took the 
woods for Grimshawe’s right through the brush. 
The rain ‘ beat me to it,” and I got a wetting 
which, however, amounted to nothing. Ten 
trout the result. This was my last effort and 
made my total sixty for the trip. 
Now, a true angler, just as a true “shot,” 
does not figure the results altogether by the kill¬ 
ing. There is very much more to him than this. 
He gets near to nature in a way none can under¬ 
stand or know, who has never been alone on a 
mountain stream, or in a deep forest far from 
the haunts of men. The beauties of nature must 
be sought for in the woods and fields and streams 
of the forest, far away in places not yet dese¬ 
crated by the hand of man. 
And yet I see everywhere now this same 
hand of man, or rather the immediate results 
thereof, in the downfall of the magnificent trees, 
the tops lying in the streams to mar their beauty 
or left that fish may catch in them and continue 
the work of devastation. So it goes! 
But what a beautiful country it is! Grim¬ 
shawe’s, near the base of the grandest mountain 
east of the Rockies, a very unique spot in the 
midst of the mountains. Whitesides, the grand¬ 
est, of them all, a wall of solid rock rising clear 
i,8oo feet above the surrounding hilltops on the 
east side. Whitesides is named because of the light- 
colored rock face, and although something less 
than 5,000 feet because of its location (surround¬ 
ing mountains being decidedly lower), gives it 
a grandeur all its own; far more so, I think, 
than those oyer 6,000 feet, several of which are 
found in the range. 
All those of 6,000 feet or over are covered 
with a heavy growth of balsam, which gives the 
local name of the Balsam Mountains. 
This is the real field for the botanist, as well 
as the angler and the “man behind the gun.” 
