In the evening the doves, excellent eating, and, perhaps for that reason, tremendously fast fliers, would flash by in twos or threes up or down this avenue, going at railroad speed.

But my pleasure was marred by having no companion to share the sport.
Then I made many trips to the Rocky Mountains to fish for rainbow trout in such noble streams as the Rio Grande del Norte, the Gunnison, the Platte and others.

In the early days these rivers were almost virgin streams, hotching with trout of all sizes up to twelve and even fifteen pounds.

The monsters could seldom be tempted except with spoon or live bait, but trout up to six or seven pounds were common prizes.

Out of a small, a ridiculously small, tributary of the Gunnison River I one day took more fish than I could carry home, each two to three pounds in weight.