
yeu expect 'good fishing when you 
come to an Ontario waterway along 
the Canadian Pacific. Sure you do.... 
But just the same, when you land your 
first 3 lb. small-mouth, you feel pretty 
good. “Isn’t he a beauty?” say you, just 
a wee bit excited. “She ain’t so bad,” 
says Ojibway Frank; “we git big ones 
tomorrow.” 
Big Bass 
Every day a new lake to fish, or a new 
stretch of river, or new rapids. Every day 
keener appetite, clearer eye, more pep put 
back in place of what the city has taken 
out. And every night sleep—real sleep— 
and plenty of it. Come up this summer 
to Ontario. Write for full particulars to 
A. OQ. Seymour, General Tourist Agent, 
Canadian Pacific, 5933 Windsor Station, 
Montreal. 
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A good trout pool 
An Angler’s Paradise 
The Streams of the West Coast 
of Oregon Abound with Trout 
By W. C. CRAWFORD 
N angiler’s paradise lies on the 
A coast of Oregon. Countless tiny 
streams rise high on the wooded 
slopes of the Coast Range, merge into 
rivers and tumble down in roaring tor- 
rents to the sea. Ideal country for 
recreation, these slopes of the Coast 
Range, despite poor car roads over the 
mountains, And the rewards of fly 
fishing amply repay the zealous angler 
for what jolting he receives from ruts 
and pot holes. 
There are fine camp grounds scat- 
tered in profusion. A short Grive over 
the rolling foot hills brings one near 
the sea shore, where along the numer- 
ous inlets and bays any variety of salt 
water fishing can be had. Clams and 
crabs and the delectable rock oyster 
abound here, the latter especially at 
low tide when the reefs of bed rock are 
exposed. 
In the mountain streams a heavy 
run of sea trout, or salmon trout, oc- 
curs after spring rains and again after 
the first Fall rains. Bait proves the 
most effective lure during the latter 
period, but in the Spring fine catches 
are made with large flies. Following 
the Fall run of sea trout, the silverside 
salmon enter the streams in hordes 
and there is glorious sport for the 
angler skilled in handling the bait cast- 
ing rod. 
T was during the run of the trout 
that the urge came to my wife and 
me one Fall day and brought us over 
many miles of level valley roads to the 
foot of the Coast Range. Beyond was 
the angler’s Eden.’ And when at last, 
with brakes tightly set, we coasted down 
the last steep mountain slopes and 
reached the clearings we could glimpse 
the white riffles and swirling eddies of 
beautiful Salmon River, and feel the 
rod already tingling in our hands. 
Several miles westward, driving 
along the road by the river, we finally 
came to our camp ground of the year 
before, a grassy plot flanked by the 
‘road on one side and a quiet eddy of 
the river on the other. Dense over- 
hanging alders shut out the wind, yet 
the river side was clear. We maneuv- 
ered our car to position and proceeded 
to establish camp, making an examina- 
tion of our duffle to see how everything 
had stood the continuous jolting. 
Flocks of wild pigeons appeared 
soon after we had camped, but as they 
were protected at that season we were 
forced to forego a game supper and 
so devoured instead steaks we had 
brought with us and which my wife 
cooked over the fire. 
HAT evening we unpacked our 
tackle and jointed our rods so as 
to be in readiness for the morrow. 
Then came weariness and we sought 
rest among our blankets spread on a 
heavy bed of fern gathered from the — 
roadside. 
The first rays of the sun found us— 
up and about. My wife cut bacon 
while I attended to the folding stove 
and put on the coffee. After breakfast 
we gathered up our tackle and started 
for some riffles upstream where we had 
some fine sport the year before. Wife 
slipped a coachman and brown hackle 
on her leader and cautiously made her 
way down the bank to where the river 
poured over a ledge of bed rock into a 
deep pool that brocded under the shad-_ 
ows of the alders. I watched from my 
vantage point on the bank. 
Keeping in the shadows wife made — 
the first cast of the season and being 
Tt will identify you. 
