To the north its shore blended with the heights that led to the peaks; heights clad with a rugged growth of pines and firs that extended toward the timber line.

There was nothing gentle or park-like about the Blue Lake.
Its chilly depths were spring-fed, and sheltered trout that were far from logy.

They would put up an awful fight for life, and as the boys were using back-to-nature poles, made from the branches of trees, the fish tried the patience even of Injun.
When not tied to a tree Sitting Bull's part in the hunting was to interfere with matters as much as possible.

As a hunting dog he had only one advantage; he didn't bark.

But he deserved no credit for that.