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Show Local Fishermen Have Thrillers j Horrors! Mountain Lions! Worms. Snakes and Darkness--all for a little lit-tle fishing. Can you imagine being marooned on the peak of a mountain, alone in the wilds of mountain fastness with screeching owls, the hideous wails of the hungry coyote, the terrifying roar of the mountain lion, the wails of the winds whistling through the pines on ail sides of you? Can you picture a "tenderfoot," fresh from the desk of some cozy bank going through this experience? But it is true, too true, and where the sturdy mountaineer would shudder from fear, this lonesome "tenderfoot" braved the storm and came out unscathed, un-scathed, unharmed, but 'famished for a drink of the aqua pura. Horrors! Beefsteak! Shortcake! Spuds or Bacon anything that would spare a man his life when suffering for something to cat. A bunch of hay, a piece of carpet anything but a bunch of hard, cold rocks upon which to lie down and have a peaceful peace-ful "snooze." Can you imagine four real fishermen genuine mountaineers mountain-eers running up against a proposition proposi-tion like the one just related? But it's a fact, just the same. But, like the "tenderfoot," they came out O. K. although hungry from an 18-hour fast. And -it happened this way. The quintet left Gunnison just the day before the fishing season opened, determined, de-termined, of course, to return with the limit. .But before getting the limit the boys from Gunnison went through some trying experience. At the mouth of a certain canyon preparations pre-parations were made to ascend the high hills in order to reach the crystal crys-tal streams where the festive trout abounded in plenty. The services of a farmer were secured to tote the grub and bedding to the camp ground. With a feeling of sympathy sympa-thy four of the men insisted that the "tenderfoot" be privileged to accompany accom-pany the farmer the latter having the grub and bedding. A point of meeting was designated, and this is where the difficulties started. .Secluded .Se-cluded in a spot where there was no water, the tenderfoot was planted. This was fully a mile and a half from where the other four bad landed. land-ed. . ' Darkness came. Signal fires were built but no tidings froro the lost. The man on the high peaks was secure. se-cure. He had the grub and bedding. The four up the canyon were not secure. se-cure. They had not a mile to oatj and neither had they bedding. Ay'ith the cold blasts creeping from the frozen snow close by a night of horror hor-ror was faced. Sage brush and fit-tie fit-tie of it was the wood supply. K--lays in hustling faggots for the fire was arranged and when the first! rays of daylight loomed in the east, it was a sad and sorry set. Exhaustion Ex-haustion was no name. A searodng party was organized and shortly the signal was sounded through the canyon can-yon that the "tenderfoot" with -the grub and bedding had been located. Fried chicken, waxen hot coffee and oodles of goodies to eat was the feasi at the reunion of the lost parties. Mayor J. W. Jones, Dr. J. A. Ha-gan, Ha-gan, Ira Overfelf, Julius Duggins and Elmo Storrs comprised the party par-ty that went through the thrilling experiences. It is well to announce that all are recovering and w ill be back to "normalcy." They returned with 515 speckled beauties we counted 30 of them, thanks. |