The Angling Cyclist. 
that the most good and the greatest pleasure 
comes from ownership and use of the wheel. 
It will tempt him to visit adjacent waters to 
his home, and learn that tiresome journeys to 
distant points are not compensatory when 
compared to the many delightful and fruitful 
trips to near-by waters, which he can find 
with ease and comfort of travel, no matter 
where his residence may be. His angling im- 
pedimenta can be strapped to his wheel, and 
even an A tent for camping purposes will not 
be a burden. What more delightful angling 
outing can be imagined than that of a party, 
say of four, who will go into New Jersey along 
the route we have outlined in another column ? 
Let them take it leisurely, but searchingly, for 
likely fishing pools or swims. ‘These are 
everywhere, and in localities which the coun- 
try folks will tell them are ‘fished out.” 
Just there the most fish will probably be 
found. Twenty years ago we had an old 
angling friend, who was always on the lookout 
for ‘fished out” trout waters. He would ask: 
‘« How long have they been fished out ?” And 
if the answer was: ‘‘ Three or more years,” 
he would exclaim in glee: ‘:That’s just the 
spot for me; that water has recuperated.” 
Then, brother cycling angler, look out for so- 
called barren waters, and when fished and 
your outing is ended, tell us, your editor 
friend, how it has been with you. Your 
brother anglers to a man would like to hear all 
about it. 
Near-By Fishing Grounds, Via the Wheel. 
One of the most delightful short trips on a 
bicycle for fishing purposes is to Bay Ridge, 
and from thence to Gravesend Bay. At Fort 
Hamilton the angler will now find striped 
bass, and later on the weakfish. Beautiful 
roads and good accommodations are the de- 
lightful concomitants of the trip; moreover, if 
bad luck should attend the fishing output, 
what a compensation there is in the exhilara- 
tion of the ride through the gentle hills of this 
picturesque section. No angler who makes a 
fishing trip on a bicycle can fail to find it en- 
joyable. If he goes for ‘‘ coarse” fish and 
gets or does not get them, he finds in his out- 
ing that Dame Nature is his handmaid, with 
attendant blessings to shower upon him. He 
never has that tired, comfortless feeling that 
is inseparable from the ordinary fisherman on 
his return from a scoreless outing. The ride 
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home on his wheel takes all the rough edges 
off his bad luck. But to our muttons. 
Cross the Erie ferry at Chambers or 23rd 
streets and hie up the turnpike across the salt 
meadows towards Studdgart, a station on the 
New Jersey and New York railroad. Here 
branch off to the left, and half a mile over a 
road as level and smooth as a planked walk 
he will find two or three little fishing huts, 
where a welcome speaks from every crack in 
their crudely built walls. Here he can get 
bait, rods, if he has failed to take his own, and 
boats and guides are at his command at prices 
so small as to seem insignificant. Striped 
bass and white perch are often numerous here 
on the incoming tide. 
Now let him be off again and turn northward 
towards the New York line. A ride of twenty 
miles will bring him into the realm of the 
black bass and pickerel—the Hackensack river 
above tide water. Still further on, a few 
miles only to the left, and he reaches a couple 
of trout streams fairly fruitful, if fished early 
in the season. And with it all, the cyclist will 
find everywhere comfortable hostleries where 
cosy meals and good beds await him. 
‘If any readers of THe ANGLER desire to 
make this trip, and will call for detailed infor- 
mation, vzva voce, we will be glad to send 
them away mentally equipped for what we 
judge to be a most delectable outing. 
The Dress of Female Cyclers. 
Modesty in manner and dress is the test of a 
true woman, and her good taste in these mat- 
ters is, naturally, most apparent when we see 
her in crowded assemblies or on a public thor- 
oughfare. In a small social gathering, good 
manners will always stop even a shrug of the 
shoulders at a garish breach of taste as shown 
in the over-insistent colors of her wardrobe, 
but on the street and other public places, she is 
apt to become a sort of public property, open 
to criticism and estimate as to its right value. 
And her dress isa big factor in grading judg- 
ment of her social and moral standing, espe- 
cially when she happens to be a cyclist on one 
of our broad boulevards. 
An observant bystander on the pavement of 
one of our most frequented cycling routes is 
apt to be taken somewhat aback at the multi- 
plicity of garbs worn by the female riders, and 
to come to the conclusion that women have not 
shown their usual tact in dressing so as to 
