388 Big Game Fishes 
have been on the lookout for them, and when the 
assurance is given, telegrams to San Francisco, 
New York, and other places are sent, and anglers, 
devotees to this sport, are soon speeding to the 
various points, and the season begins. 
The professional fishermen have no sentiment, 
and it seems a carnal sin to see hundreds of the 
finest fish jerked in with literal ropes and beaten 
about the head with sinkers weighing a pound or 
more. They troll for them with heavy lines down 
thirty or forty feet, where the gamy fish bite eagerly 
at smelt or herring; and the men in the course of 
the season reap a rich harvest. The sportsman 
will have none of this; he approaches the game 
with all the deference worthy the king of game 
fishes. The angler who would take the salmon 
in its home must discard all the preconceived 
ideas he may have had from experience or reading 
regarding salmon in the rivers of the East, as it 
is another matter here and to all intents and 
purposes another fish; and the non-multiplying 
salmon reel, the delicate line, and long, beauti- 
fully bending rod are worse than useless, though 
it would be an interesting experiment to try this 
tackle on the fish in its haunts in the open sea. 
The tackle I would suggest is a rod of split bam- 
