188 THE OREGON SPORTSMAN 
twenty pounds or more, without breaking his rod, using the club spe- 
cifications for tackle. The largest fish so far ‘taken on this light 
tackle weighed a little over forty-four pounds. 
Fishing begins in March, about the time when spring is officially 
announced by the almanac, though the chill of winter still unofficially 
numbs the fingers. It continues through the warming, lengthening 
days of April; the time of sunshine and showers, of budding leaves, 
new sprouting green grass and blossoming meadows. It runs into 
May, when sweet, warm breezes eddy through open windows and 
with mild, seductive charm lure the thoughts from shop and counter 
and office to the big outdoors. It wanes and stops as May ripens 
into June. 
Fishing is best at the falls and down the river half a dozen 
miles. Boats may be rented. On every holiday and Sunday the 
river is full of boats; there are literally hundreds of them, some 
anchored, some moving. And in those boats are men, women and 
children. There are men from every walk in life; bootblack, barber, 
butcher, baker, banker. Men from every corner of Oregon, from 
all parts of the United States, even from Europe. Men with their 
wives and children, men with their sisters, men with their sweet- 
hearts. They who live afar make annual trips to Oregon City. 
They come from California, from the South, from the Atlantic Coast, 
from England and Scotland. Kipling came and saw and was con- 
quered; and in his American notes he built a monument to the 
glory of chinook salmon fishing in Oregon. Unluckily, though, no 
one has been able to duplicate Kipling’s feat of coaxing the chinook 
to rise to a fly. 
When boats are anchored, it is at those places where the current 
itself is strong enough to turn the spinners. Other fishermen with 
more energy and less patience row about constantly with dragging 
troll lines. Still others like to cast their lures in chosen eddies 
after the manner of casting for bass. 
It is a sport of infinite variety. Easy of access, small in expense, 
the element of luck, a big, big factor in the result, it is a sport where 
the novice may and often does excel the veteran. It is within an 
hour’s ride by electric ear of the city of Portland. 
One of the finest bits of equipment for sportsmen that we know is 
the DANZ Bag, or, to put it long, ‘‘The DANZ Shell and Game Car- 
rier’’_its full title giving a fair idea of its all-round usefulness, except 
that it fails to adequately express its wonderful adaptability to a fish- 
erman’s outfit. 
The bag is made in three sizes, of heavy, Olive Drab Duck, double 
sewed, leather -bound, reinforced and riveted—the last word in strength 
and durability—and can be worn with or without the coat. It is skill- 
fully hung and adjusted, the weight being distributed to burden the 
wearer as “little as possible. 
Game or fish carried in it are kept in the best possible condition, 
the bellows-like movement at the back of the bag forcing the fresh air 
through special ventilating eyelets. While for the hunter there is a 
nifty little arrangement for shell carrying which will make its own par- 
ticular appeal. 
The DANZ and the fisherman are so admirably adapted to one an- 
other that we feel we must give them a special introduction. But for 
hunter, fisherman, and hiker “alike, we can imagine no greater asset to 
comfort and convenience than the DANZ Bag. 
