PICKEREL TROLLING IN SPRING. 



Curiously enough, it is 

 not always the most ele- 

 gant spoon that catches 

 most fish ; though what 

 I am going to relate by 

 no means should be used 

 as an argument against 

 nice tackle, but rather as 

 an apology for the in- 

 ferior kind. Some years 

 ago I was living on the 

 shore of Lake Cossayu- 

 na, Washington County, 

 N.Y., and near by me 

 lived my friend, Wm. 

 McClellan, also a most 

 devoted disciple of Izaak 

 Walton. One day in 

 early spring he sought 

 me out, and prevailed on 

 me to take another with 



us to row, and to go a- Fig . 23 .-A mi ng ~patter n . 

 trolling. Said I," William, I must rig me out a spoon 

 with fine feathers, and new hooks, for this auspi- 

 cious occasion. See, I have one of friend Chap- 



