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Home & Auto Supply [P63 King E. Dial 3â€"4177 Taking orme of the small glass boats, I put an outboard on the stern and ran across Apello Lake to where a stream came in. I paddled two or three miles up the stream, but saw only about eight or ten minnows. ‘The water in the slow moving stream was just too warm, even for minnows. I * did scare up a number of black ducks and saw where three : moose had crossed. As J was not hunting, this did little good, and I finally returned to camp to report the lack of minnows. Days this far north were hot. Rt rained practically every Right, but the rain did little to cool things off. When the sun started to go down, it turned cool enough to justify the wearin‘g of a wool shirt gn on me @5 on on m on us on on oo on om wm on d4 NEW TIRE TREAD WIDTH FOR LONGER WEAR on on as ffs as me as os us on on me us on mt on is t NEW TIRE TREAD DESIGN LAST WEEK I TOLD you how after arriving at Shooâ€" Â¥Fly lodge, King Whyte, owner ! of the lodge and outdoor editor ‘for the Star; and yours truly, | managed to get the number of the big trout in Shooâ€"Fly lake . .. Or so we thought.. â€"._ Despite my taking a four «pounder OR a streamer fly, ‘King was still convinced that ‘the feal answer to catching ‘large trout in August, was some lively minnows. I wasn‘t :too sure but that ht was right and when he suggested I started looking for some, J resigned myself to the job with hardly a protest. . USE OUR °_ RUDGET PLAN FOR LONOER NONâ€"SKID MILEAGE Firestone FOR LONGER HIGHWAY MILEAGE POR GHZATER SKID PROTFCTION PFAGE FOUR You GEtT NAKW TIRE TREAD RUBBER NEW TIRE TREAD DEeptH by Herb Smith fich continued taking line, but I worried about the line snarling for I had made about half my retrieve before the fish struck. The line had been coiled loosely on the bottom of the boat and in the dark I eouldn‘t see whether the coils were tangling or not. The fish, busy trying to make a non stop run to the other side of the lake, would have appreciated a coil of line jamming in the guides. He felt of a size where mere weight would have been sufficient to snap the light leader.. I heaved a sigh of reâ€" liedf when the last coil slid out thhouch the gurdes and the King and I were right in the middle of discussing the pros and cons of fishing during the full of the moon, when a smashing strike almost tore the fly rod out of my hands. If there had been other fisherâ€" men about, I would have thought I had fouled a proâ€" pelior, so solidly did the fish slam into the fly. + ‘‘What size this time?" King asked from the spooky darkâ€" ness of the far end of the boat. ‘"‘This fish is big", I grunted as I tried to keep the kinks out of the line flowing through the guides. After killing the big trout, I made another cast and then as we had drifted away from our selected spot, I dug out the ice water and some Sandwichâ€" es. The â€"moon was now sitting on top of a pine on the far side of the lake. We worked back over the spring hole and while my cast was sinking, I admired the picture a big loon made while he flew across the face of the moon. E smoked a cigarette, but the heavy section of the fly line gave no indication that it was ever going to sink. Imâ€" patiently, I jerked at the line trying to sink it. "Blam" and I was into about a five poundâ€" ex omâ€"<my very first cast. I didn‘t hurry him. After all, iB he was in the mood, I had the whole evening to play around with him. It was almost dark before he gave up and let me lead him over the waitihg net. I worked out about sixty feet of torpedo head line and sat back to wait for it to soak up enough water to get the fly down deep. The leader and fly sank almost immediatély, but the line sat on the surface like a cork. Finaly â€" came Wednesday night. We had been later than usual leaving camp and the sun was almost down when we arrived at the far end of the lake, ~ and when we turned in, the three blankets which I had laughed at on arrival, felt mighty good. A couple of nights, I could have done with an extra one, but was too cold to get up. With the sun as hot as it was, we hung around camp drinking gallons of ice water and occasionally before dinâ€" ner, other beverages. Then when evening came, we packed our tackle in the Boat and made for the opposâ€" ite end of the lake. Every night, we would reâ€" turn to the lodge with several big trout that could not resist my streamer fly. King had several trout bump his metal lures, but they were evidentâ€" ly more curious than hungry. THE WATERLOO (Ontario)y CHRONICLE The click of ‘ the reel was almost â€" continuous. â€" "Better slow him down or you‘ll soon be out of line," King warned. I told him smugly about the couple of hundred feet of line I had spliced to the end of the torpedo head. Out in the darkness the big fi@h wallowed briefly on the surface and then i speededsup for the far shore. ]The line splice went out through the guides. The reel complained louder than.ever as the pace increased. I lost my complacency in a hurry. "Give me your flashlight," King said as a big dorsal fin broke the surface. "I can see the back of the fish and the aluminum ring of the net," I told him. "When I see the fish slide over the ring, T‘H yell, and you hoist." Our luck held. Net and fish hit the bottom of the boat withn a ‘sold Wred "Those damn I started to reach for my tackle bag and _ suddenly remembered I had left the light at camp. His refusal to give line conâ€" tinued for about fifteen minâ€" utes. Both my wrists were starting to ache. Finally he allowed me to pump him in close to the boat, but he stayed deep. ‘He might just as well stayed away for all I could see of him. It was dark now and the mosquitoes came off the shore and started chewing our sunburred hides on a mass production basis. I was too busy with the fish to swat them and King was afraid to bring the net out of the water in case the fish gave in sudâ€" denly. Sometimes they will. I tried that. All that hapâ€" pened was that his weight drew the tip of the fly rod into the water. The fish would not budge. Putting the but against my belly, I kept the pressure on him. This finally proved too much even for him and he started for the ~surface. "I can‘t see anything of him at aill", King complained, as I tried to steer the nowâ€" tired fish towards the net. ‘"You‘ve had that critter on over twenty minutes," King advised. "How about putting the but to him and forcing him on the surface." Finally with the core of the reel feeling no thicker than ja lead pencil, the fish stopped his run. I tried to take back some line but he resisâ€" ted‘stubbomly. He didnt try running further across the lake, just kept circling the boat and notallowing me to gain an inch. from the reel. MAYOR LLOYD JACKSON, of Hamilton, presenting the Seagram Shield to Al Balding, Credit Valley pro whose record score of 240 won the Canadian Professional Golfers Association championship at the Hamilton Golf and Country Club. Waterloo Rod . Gun Club News The question has beei agky ed, how many of our: clup members can fillet a fish$ Wall if you think you a'rehgnl the class of the experts, thig year you can get a chance tof@proyg it at the Canadian â€"N&ional Exhibition in Torontos ‘The Canadian _ National Agatpw: Filleting Gompetition-.ifi opep to both men and women, The only thing you need to ‘take to the Competition is your own The fly fell out of the big hook â€" jawed mouth. I flicked my lighter for a better look. "He‘ll go over six pounds," King said. I reeled in my line. "That‘s enough fish for anyâ€" one . . . let‘s go home." We did. | as he put his foot on the net handle and reached for his fly dope. has beck aghr _An the hig year ofproye %01‘“ o« The lfiflt..ew: Thursday, August 18, 1966 . . Now for the sake of any of our members who are wonâ€" dering what we are doing about the skeet shooting, I can almost guaran them that there will be sk:a% shootâ€" ing at the Club by the weekâ€" end, at least that is what we have been promised, I too hone we will not be disappointed. Our congratulations are exâ€" tended to Frank Wyszynski who just recently returned from a trip to the now famous Pot Hole, that we told you about last year. Frank returnâ€" ed with a wonderful catch of speckled beauties. Last year if you remember correctly several of our more ardent fishermen made the tsipto the Pot Hole but they returne« very much empty ~handed. Frank had his quota of fish and he will be glad to tell any of our members personally, the fun he had catching them. Now if any of you fellows have been running into tough luck on your fishing trips and are â€" thinking â€" seriously â€" of throwing some of your valuâ€" able fishing gear away, you had better talk to Frank and he will give you a new lease on your fishing problems. 490 KUTS * sleg» stt