CANADIAN FISHING. 



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The water of the lake is so clear that 

 under strong sunlight the fishes' move- 

 ments can be seen away down a dozen feet. 

 For this reason we did our fishing before 

 10 o'clock in the forenoon and after 3 in 

 the afternoon. The early morning was the 

 best time in which to catch the big ones. 



We usually trolled over, or along the 

 edges of the beds of " pickerel " weeds, but 

 in a few places where the " lunge " grass 

 was found, our luck was the best. Small 

 fry of every kind infest these beds: perch, 

 pickerel, bass, and sunfish hide in the dark 

 recesses, but in reality they are there for 

 the muskalonge to feed on. So swift is the 

 latter's dart that not a fish escapes when it 

 is singled out as a victim. 



The settlers in the vicinity were kind, and 

 we passed many pleasant hours in their 

 company. One morning a good old Ger- 

 man woman, a widow, came to camp, and 

 inquired if we had any fish we could give 

 her. As it happened, we were without a 

 fin. On telling her so, she took on a 

 mournful look, and gave free vent to her 



feelings. "Veil, veil! Doo bad! I haf 

 von man hired to rakes mine grass. I haf 

 lots of salt pork, but if he eats dot, he 

 drinks und drinks und drinks so mooch, 

 dot he not verk von haf his dime; but if 

 I onlys haf some fish to gif him he nots 

 gets dhirsty and verks mitout mooch 

 drinks." 



The ladies of the camp devoted some 

 time to fishing, but the greater part of their 

 holiday was, I think, given up to watching 

 for the widow's red bull. This animal, if 

 he was within a mile of camp, always 

 thought it the proper thing to come over 

 for a friendly call. As at these times the 

 male population, including the dogs, was 

 generally absent, his presence caused a fu- 

 rore that lasted until his next visit; and 

 there is sometimes a shudder even now. 



If the readers of Recreation would have 

 good black bass, pickerel and muskalonge 

 fishing, where one can at the same time en- 

 joy as fine scenery as Canada affords, they 

 should visit Sparrow lake and its river, the 

 Kaw-she-she-bog-a-mog. 



ELK IN THE TETON FOOT HILLS. 

 From a photo kindly loaned by E. H. Maberly. 



I send you herewith a photograph of a 

 band of elk, numbering some 1,500, which 

 may interest your readers. It was taken 

 just after the elk had been dogged away 

 from some hay stacks, over in the Teton 

 country. 



Your mind may revert to the time 



when such scenes were common in this 

 Western country. We rarely see so large 

 a band of elk now; yet there are enough 

 left to stock a vast territory if properly pro- 

 tected, and judiciously hunted, by sports- 

 men. 



Dr. E. H. Maberly, Boise City, Idaho. 



