the creeper of a species of stone fly. It furnishes consider- 

 able food for brook trout in the early spring while creeping 

 along over the pebbles from midstream to the shore, where 

 it crawls up stones or vegetation to change into the winged 

 insect. Not only have I caught on it the three trout 

 species, rainbows, browns and natives, but many other fish 

 take it chub, dace, perch, bass, pickerel and even eels. 



All this goes to show that heretofore by confining our 

 efforts to the surface, or near to it, with flies, minnows- and 

 worms, we missed, we entirely ignored, the very situation 

 where trout habitually lie, viz., the bottom, only at times 

 darting upward for surface food and immediately returning 

 to the bottom. It is therefore apparent that we should 

 modify our fishing, and each individual angler should en- 

 deavor to develop methods to place before the trout a lure, 

 natural or artificial, like that upon which it is then feeding. 

 If you play the lure with a fair degree of skill where trout 

 lie you are bound to capture it, especially so at seasons when 

 trout won't take flies. 



Personally I much prefer fly fishing, dry and wet, and 

 if I cannot do that I most certainly won't dig worms. Such 

 business can be left for the young kiddies, who are aware 

 of nothing better. In past years I have lost a good deal of 

 sport, many a time when trout were amiably inclined. I 

 have forced myself from the fun of catching them to sit by 

 the riverside to make drawings of the particular food they 

 were eating. I am now and shall in the future get the 

 reward for my patience in the extra pleasure of fishing a 

 new and better style, and much better results. I also ardently 

 desire that other anglers shall share in it by making and 

 using their own lures and baits in a sane and rational 

 manner. 



This August I was fishing with a young friend in rather 

 wild water in the lower Beaverkill for bass with very poor luck. 

 Whether the bass had gone back to the Delaware or what- 

 ever the cause, we got no fish. In casting out to a swift run- 

 way my friend hooked a nice large fish. After considerable 

 play, both 1 in and out of the water, he shouted across, "It's 



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