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FOREST AND STREAM, 



[A.WUBT 3, 1888 



magnificent fellow" he was; near twenty-four inches 



! .i. and Only for such ungrateful contrivances as 

 pod i tie would certainly have been a Jen-pounder, 



or more. As it was, when hung on to one of these sticklers 

 (Of truth, al camp in Die evening', he pulled the elide out to 

 een-oouud mark, and we could coax not another 

 hall' ounce Out of biffi. He was a small mouth, and was the 



of either branch of the family taken in this chain 



■ ■■ I i i during Hie -season. Dan look a firm hold on the 



-: jau , raised him up, leaned over and gave him a 



hearty kiss and as he laid him down said quietly as lie 



9,1 as The bpss." The two words covered the 



whole ground. They uefVCd Old Dan as a sort of balance to 

 the big ma-ktilougc. and a safety valve through which ,tQ 

 hlow oil' 'I, ftcun dating "whero-ure-you-now?" feeling 

 that was i,i fit bursting him, and he looked on mo with a 

 i i irri v'M. vprcBsion for the rest of the day. 



Down to the springs again and through the pockets, down 

 to the nutlet and back-up between the two upper islands, 

 taking a bass or pickerel here and there 'till the. afternoon 

 was well worn away. It had clouded up during the after- 

 noon, and a black cloud looming up in the northwest warned 

 ua that we were about to have another cap-full of wind from 

 Lake Michigan, which moved us to head the boat for Lewis 

 Island as th.. nearest place of shelter, but before we were 

 halt wav to it, the blast came sweeping down over the tree- 

 tops and' into the lake with a roar that told us it was not to 

 he trifled with. Two hundred yards from the head of the 

 island it struck us on the starboard quarter, and although 

 we were going at a pace that strained every sinew, it was 

 only by the utmost effort that the boat was prevented from 

 swinging around broadside to the wind, in which case we 

 would most likely have taken au involuntary bath. 



With the sweat oozing from every pore and streaming 

 down my face we shut around under the lee of the island. 

 and pulling with easy stroke down to the landing, went 

 ashore and waited until it was over, a matter of little more 

 than half an hour. 



These pull's of wind are not very frequent nor numerous, 

 nor of much duration, but while they do pay their respects, 

 they are us fierce as a man after snakes, and had better be 

 avoided if possible. As remarked before, when you hear a 

 roar, dip deep your oar, and pull quick for shore. We 

 worked back to camp before sundown, and found all the 

 hoys in after a good day's sport, counting out the blow, 



Brother R. and I were up long before daybreak getting 

 ready for our trip to Cedar River after trout. When Frank 

 went to lire little stream lo get a fish for breakfast, he took 

 the tirst one he laid hold of in the darkness, and as ill luck 

 would have it. chanced on Dan's seven-pounder, and served 

 i blissful iaaeirauce of the storm that was to follows 

 When Brother R. and I returned in the evening, the tail end 

 of the hurricane was not quite in sight, and Dan was still 

 charging around as if he had a hornet in the seat of his 

 pants, while poor Frank, a picture of despair at Ids mistake, 

 was sulking around on the borders of the camp looking as 

 woeful and broken up as though the school ma'am had 

 "gone back" on him. Dan thought it was a set up job on 

 him, but after explanations and apologies were piled on him 

 until he could barely see out, he was at length pacified and 

 peace reigned onee more in "Camp William Windeler"— 

 named after old Knots. 



Brother R. audi were' al the burnt clearing shortly after 

 sunrise, and before noon had flailed thi earn S Ear Up D 

 the end of Johnson's trail, where he began to get a taste of 

 the real difficulties ot trout fishing in Cedar River. An 

 eighth of a mile beyond this he had gone a few yards in ad- 

 vance, and stopped to drop his clam into a good-looking 

 piece of water, across which lay a large, rather flat log. 

 nearly submerged, and under which the swift running 

 stream had scooped a hole five or six feet deep. As 1 came 

 abreast of him, I saw that his rod bent nearly double, and 

 an instant later a magnificent trout that appuaicd lo be fully 

 sixteen inches long flopped up on the log, shook the hook 

 out as though accustomed to it, and as he rolled back into 

 the water, gave his tail a quick dip and vanished under the 

 log like a flash Of light. Brother R. was too dumbfounded 

 word; and as he adjusted his piece of clam on the 

 silence and stepped out on the old cedar trunk, I 





to utter 

 hook in 

 passed i 

 between 

 A. 



my bait into a narrow space 

 ■cruised a trout. 



splash and a "whOof," .and 



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of the log, 



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mte later 1 he 

 peering thee b the 

 that started me into a 

 mile. There was Broth 

 partly on top of the log, 

 from' the water, his t ' 

 butt on the 

 entangled in the liult. 

 A violent splurge c 

 when, getting carefully to his feet, he jerked out between 

 quick gasps for breath, "Ah — wur/h — wndopw, but that 

 water's cold] I'll be. dog-goned, Hickory, if 1 don't believe 

 I fell in on both sides of that log." The fact was, as related 

 by him when he got his bearings, he had fallen in on the 

 upper side, and the swift current had carried him under the 

 log, and he had grabbed a limb as he came up on the lower 

 side, and was doing his level best to get out of the freezing 

 water when 1 first heard him after the splash. We looked 

 the log over when we recovered the rod — leaving book, 

 sinker and a yard of line in the limbs above— and found a 

 small patch of wet, slippery moss near the 



with a t 



urrow plowe 



auce be 





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when I 





and as 1 





believe 

 just to f 





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. ,' ■ thai made the old 



stream u. few yards we found 



■ . i ■ ii the foliage 



i I, and to this opi 



it by hi 



iot heel— the perfo 



lopee, but that ware's oold," 



on linn ground. "Hickory. I 

 to come up here trout-fishing 

 ■ar it was Jim, now it's I," and 

 tnd loud in which the writer 

 voods ring. Back from the 

 where a tree had been felled, 

 through which the sun reached 

 ipot we repaired whif 



i the skin and laid his underclothes and woolen 

 In, tog nolo, lie said he didn't; care anything 

 about hibbr 



Then began a circus before an audience of one that may 

 never be witnessed again; the mosquitoes furnished the 

 music with a full orchestra and Brother R. for twenty min- 

 utes did the ground and lofty tumbling, vaulting, contor- 

 C. Hfl was ringmaster, clown, acrobat and trick 

 pony, a whole show and a minstrel performance, and the 

 audience laughed and roared till its sides were ready to 

 split: "Good gracious] whew do they all come from?" and 

 grabbing up his hall dried garments he got inside of them, 

 urged to remarkable celerity by a Jvrtmimo crash by the 



W 



<m back '."Cedar River is a fraud, and 

 iiou ; bass-fishing is good enough for me. 



fished back to the lower 

 the road were, soon back to 



iring, and c 



end of the el 



Bellaire. 



Here we met Messrs. Hess and Pike, who had broken 

 camp and were going after trout next day over the same 

 r we hud just left. We said good-bye with regret, for 

 had been pleasant company for us and tic ■ 

 would take tWO Welcome brothers from our camp. "Old 

 Bill Hess." one of nature's noblemen, and pleasant, kind- 

 hearted little Charley Pike, may we meet you again under 

 the shade of the cedars at "lower camp." 



That evening sit tinrr around the camp fire talking about 

 our friends who had just left us, we. noticed that Dan was 

 unusually thoughtful and pensive, and us a streak of this 

 ueliiiie ; led to an attack of "doggerel," we were not 

 nprised when he straightened up and sent forth the 

 ng"techin' " refrain. 



kind so 

 mucl 



toll, 



"Little busy Charley Pike, 



Anil genial, hearty. hlaft Bill Hoss; 

 We rarely ever meet, their like, 

 So, may their shudders ne'er grow leas." 



Dan has been guilty of worse doggerel thixD the above, 

 but not much. Retribution overtook him in the shape of a 

 fit of the gripes, and he was only relieved by a timely and 

 adult dose of Jamaica ginger, and put to bed. 



Next day was to be our last day to fish and we made the 

 most of it. At three o'clock Thursday morning we were 

 awakened by the patter of rain on the tents, and by break- 

 fast time it had settled into a steady rain that threatened to 

 last all day: We packed and put in shape everything but 

 the tents and fly, and waited for the rain to slop, but as 

 there were no signs of it Dan and I finally took a boat and 

 went across below the point for a last farewell cast. We 

 came back in an hour with five bass, the largest one' weigh- 

 ing fjj lbs., the fourth one we had taken of this .same 

 weight. At noun Wadsworth came, down with the "Fire- 

 fly" to move us to Central Lake, where we were to take 

 Wagon next morning to Russell's landing and catch the 

 "Queen" going up to the Lewis House, near the head of 

 Torch Lake. 



When the rain eased ui, towards the middle of the after- 

 noon, we struck tents and were soon steaming up the lake, 

 taking with us many pleasant memories of lower camp. 



Speaking of the fish in this lake, Wadsworth mentioned a 

 movement of the common lake herring up stream that took 

 place, he had come lo notice, regularly on the 10th of No- 

 vember for the last dozen years or more. 



On that particular day— never being a day early or late— 

 thousands on thousands of them make their way up to the 

 little river connecting Central and Cedar lakes to the waiter 

 above and are not seen again until the 10th of November of 

 the next year, nor have they ever been seen, he said, in any 

 of the other rivers. 



While making their annual move the water in the river is 

 so packed with them during nearly the whole day that they 

 may be scooped up with, dip-nets, baskets, or almost any- 

 thing that will hold a fish. None, have ever been laken in 

 Central Lake, nor have any dead ones been found floating in 

 the water or washed up on the shores. I w T as curious to 

 learn if they came up from Torch Lake or the hay, and re- 

 quested Wadsworth to notice if they made their yearly as- 

 cension of the river the coming November. If they did it 

 would prove that their range did not extend below Central 

 Lake, as the dam at Bellaire— built in the spring — was cer- 

 tainly an insurmountable barrier to any species of fish com- 

 ing up from below. He wrote me after the 10th of Novem- 

 ber: "The fish began going up (he river promptly on time, 

 the 10th, which proves conclusively that they don't come 

 from Torch Lake or the. bay, as it is impossible for thciu to 

 get over the dam at Bellaire." It is hard to understand why 

 this movement should take place On the 10th of November 

 of each year; they have never been known to miss the exact 

 date in a single 'instance. Can any one of the readers of 

 Forest and Stream explain it ? 



We stopped over night With friend Smith at his pleasant, 

 well-kept little hostelry, and bidding adieu to our friends at 

 Central next morning." had a pleasant drive of four miles 

 through stately, silent woods to Russell's landing on Torch 

 Lake, Half way oyer to Russell's we slopped and took a 

 drink from a glorious spring, coming out of the hillside, the 

 last spring water we got in 'Michigan. (This is only a mat- 

 ter of information for Jim.) 



When the "Queen of the Lakes" came along, we went 

 aboard and were made to feel at home at once by the jolly. 

 rubicund phiz of Captain Johnson, who shook us cordially 

 by the hand; although We had never before came "athwart 

 his hawse. " Al Brownstown (Torch Lake P. O.) we stopped 

 awhile with Brother Frank Lewis, of the well-known 

 Lewis House. Frank is a veteran angler and a famous re- 

 later of the toughest kind of tough fish stories, and in every 

 known instance" where a disciple of the rod has tackled him 

 mi a fish story, the disciple has come out of the contest, 

 "clean bushed"" He dished up a good square meal and 

 entertained us, and then hurried us across' ttie narrow neck 

 of laud separating Torch Lake from the bay, in time to 

 catch the down steamer for Traverse City. The passage 

 was made over a wooden tramway on a flat car, drawn by a 

 sleepy old horse, driven by mine 'host himself. Frank said 

 "he was a, restful kind of a hoss— in fact he could stand 

 more real than two ordinary bosses, and when he come 

 down grade in the road, he had to 'push on the lines' to keep 

 the critter from being run over. " 



At the landing we looked on at a crew loading a schooner 

 with lumber, hunted curious stones and pebbles along the 

 beach, and waited for the steamer. 



The ride down the bay was a continual delight, to us. and 

 we were sorry when the boat touched the pier at Traverse 

 City, grand Traverse Bay has been so often described by 

 letter-writers that I. a plain follower of the gentle Walton, 

 will not attempt a portrayal of its loveliness, kuowing that 

 the effort would result in failure; its beauties can only be 

 appreciated by being seen. 



At eleven o'clock we were on our way home, sleepy and 

 tired. Our baggage, "traps and calamities" were carried 

 free without question, and the "knots and gnarls" of the 

 long, tedious ride were smoothed down, ami the way made 

 pleasant by the courteous and civd treatment received at, the 

 hands of officers and employes of the road. 



To Mr. A. B. Leet, General Passenger Agent of the Grand 

 Rapids <fc Indiana Railroad, and Uncle Billy Parry, Manager 

 of the Richmond & Fort Wayne division, the writer is in- 

 debted for courtesies that are yet remembered; aud if the 

 good wishes of the "Kingfishers" would avail -in extending 



the span of life of the men of the line with whom we came 

 in contact, their days would be long in the land. 



I will say to anglers, as a final turn to the reel, and in good 

 faith, take the "Fishing Line" and go to the Michigan North 

 Woods for health, recreation, and above all, sport with the 

 rod. 



Brother R. and old Dan left me at Fort Wayne, with the 

 understanding that our next camp would be near the head of 

 Six Mile Lake, within easy reach of the Jordan River, that 

 in case Brother R.'s "trout tooth" cuts up any unseemly 

 shines a remedy may be found near at hand. 



And now. if the readers of Forest amd Stream, or any 

 number of them, have beguiled a weary hour, or peradveu- 

 ture found a scrap of comfort or a hint that will be of benefit 

 to them in their perusal, the mission of these "fish lines" will 

 have been aeomplished, and if any vagrant brother of the rod 

 happens to meander around into the vicinity of our next 

 camp, he will find the door wide open, a five pound bass 

 waiting his turn at the frying pan, and some one of us hang- 

 ing 'round to welcome him to the "Camp of the Kingfishers?' 



Kingfisher. 



Cincinnati, Ohio. 



Editor Forcd and St.rmm — Permit me, on the part of a 

 large number of "spirited" sportsmen (especially anglers), to 

 enter my protest against your arbitrary rule of excluding 

 from the columns of your interesting journal all references 

 to the use of beverages of an exhilarating nature, in nar- 

 ratives of hunting or fishing adventure. Your rule may be 

 a good one, but I fail to see why you should discriminate 

 against whisky", gin, etc., when no objection is made to the 

 mention of those far more dangerous beverages, water, 

 buttermilk, etc. Take, for instance the flatulent and fabu- 

 lous yarn of Mr. "Kingfisher," running through your six or 

 seven last numbers. Not satisfied with diluting his "am- 

 tjry with a quanlitudinous quantity of imaginary' 

 episodes, he must needs, every few lines, call attention to 

 the fact that he drinks water/ First he drinks at a "cold 

 stream," then at a "babbling brook," then at, a vast number 

 of "clear, cold springs" of various sizes, shapes aud depths, 

 always water! water! water! until the damnable iteration 

 causes a dropsical sensation in the reader. If Mr. "King- 

 fisher" drinks nothing but water, let him explain how it 

 happened that one of my quart bottles of "Old Crow" was 

 found empty on my arrival at camp two days after his 

 advent. The excuse that the cork flew out and the contents 

 accidentally escaped by reason of the bottle being upset, will 

 not go down with any intelligent, angler — it "lacks the 

 requisite rotundity." To he consistent, Mr. Editor, you 

 should, in future, exclude from your columns all allusions 

 to the drinking of water. The Scribe. 



P. B. In future 1 shall have the corks of my bottles wired 

 down. 



OUTFIT FOR THE ADIRONDACKS. 



I SUPPOSE that at least a dozen times every summer 1 

 am asked to tell what is necesary for an outfit to go into 

 the Adirondacks. Some come with very crude notions of 

 what sort of a place the Adirondacks are. They infer that 

 rhere are lakes and streams, with considerable woods, but 

 think there are no difficulties in driving anywhere on horse- 

 back, or even in a buckboard wagon; but when they are 

 told it is almost au unbroken forest in its natural state that 

 covers au area about one hundred miles square, that there 

 are no roads or paths through these woods, and the only 

 method of travel is by the light boats, which are so small 

 that the guides pick them up and carry them on their 

 shoulders from one lake to another, they look as though 

 they thought you were "filling them up" with nonsense. 



To those who know the Adirondacks it does not appear 

 like a stretch of the imagination to say r that looking from 

 the top of Blue, Mountain on the eastern side, or from Bald 

 Mountain on the western side, the utmost stretch p 

 even when aided with a powerful glass, fails to reveal any- 

 thing but an immense, eudless panorama of primitive forest 

 and densely wooded mountains and lulls, with a sprinkling 

 of lakes, and streams. 



In answer to these queries as to outfit I will give briefly 

 what my experience in the woods has taught me to be 

 necessary and useful. It may save some of the inquirine, 

 ones a good deal of trouble. 



I.— CLOTHING. 



A good stout suit of woolen clothing, such as we ( wear in 

 winter, an extra pair of pants, a soft felt hat, two changes 

 of underclothing, three pairs of woolen stockings, a pail- of 

 stout boots, not coarse and clumsy, but good substantial 

 articles, a pair of shoes, a rubber coat, large size, and a pair 

 of rubber leggings, a blue flannel oversbirl, or any coloryou 

 choose, but blue is best, pocket handkerchiefs and, 1 may 

 add ie- 3, for want of a better place to put them, comb and 

 brush, tooth-brash, towels, soap, needles, thread, buttons, 

 pins aud a pair of slippers (most comforting when footsore 

 and tired), a, pair of wading shoes if you wade the streams 

 for trout. 



i iL — FISHING TACKLE. 



A bait rod, a fly rod, a trolling rod aud reels for each. 

 For bait rod, a small reel holding thirty to forty yards of 

 line. For fly rod, about same length of line. Both of these 

 should be oiled silk lines, the former a little heavier than the 

 latter. For trolling Tod, a braided linen hue, one hundred 

 yards long. This latter rod and line may be dispensed with 

 if you use a hand line for trolling. This should be a braided 

 cotton line, 250 feet long, about this ( Q ) si ze , tw0 or tlu-ee 

 trolling baits (revolving)', and of small size — the best I have 

 had for some years have, had the spinning part sold-plated 

 on both sides— two or three gangs, of eleven hooks each, not 

 very large say five and one-half to six inches long, an as- 

 sortme nt of hooks (Limerick and Sproat), snelled on double 

 gut, an assortment, of fly hooka— don't yi:t t/wm, too Ua/p^e, 11 

 is so hard to make people believe that fish of any size can 

 be caught with a very small fly hook. 



In making up this assortment there will be u great differ- 

 ence of opinion, but 1 never saw a fisherman's fly book 

 without finding in it a great variety of flies that he never 

 used. Here is my list : Hackles (red. black, brown and 

 stray), coachman, grizzly king, Beth Green, professor 

 jungle, cock, red ibis, split-wing ibis (a now fly and a goat. 

 one?. These are all good flies, and there are others wdiich 

 maybe added or left behind. If you cannot catch trout 

 with these, you mav as well give up liy-fishing. A few very 

 small hooks and fine line to catch minnows for bait; gut 

 leaders, six or nine feet long; A landing net. For buoy 

 fishing,' a heavy braided cotton line, eighty feet long, about 

 this O size, and two or three lake hooks, large size, but not 

 very thick in the wire. Lead sinkers of various sizes; an 



