FISH AND FISHING. 



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SAVTNG THE MEAT NO EXCUSE. 

 Dr. W. A. Wise, the well known Portland den- 

 tist, who has just returned from a visit to Tilla- 

 muuk bay, reports having had some royal spoil 

 fishing for trout in the South fork of the Neha- 

 lem river. Fishing is still excellent in that stream, 

 and Dr. Wise brought a supply of fish home with 

 him, put down in brine. — Portland Telegram. 



I wrote to Dr. Wise for confirmation of 

 this report and append his reply: 



Mr. Sibley, manager of the Trnckee Com- 

 pany, and I put in one day with the fly on 

 the Nehalem river, fishing out of a boat, 

 and caught 69 fish, mostly sea trout. 

 Fifty of these we salted down and I 

 brought them home with me, to use this 

 winter. The kind of fish we caught were 

 Mountain, cut-throat and sea trout. These 

 average in weight about 1 1-2 pounds; 

 length, 8 to 10 inches. W. A. Wise. 



You say you and your friend caught 69 

 trout in a day and that the average weight 

 was 1 1-2 pounds. This would mean over 

 100 pounds of fish, or an average of over 

 50 pounds for each man. This is at least 

 3 times as many fish as you should have 

 caught. Gentlemen fish for sport, not for 

 the meat barrel. If you want fish to salt 

 down for the winter, why not go to mar- 

 ket and buy them? Or why not hire a 

 market fisherman to catch them for you? 

 Either would have been a much more 

 manly or sportsmanlike method of obtain- 

 ing your winter's meat than to descend to 

 the level of a pot fisherman yourself. There 

 are many who like to fish or shoot as long 

 as they can raise a scale or see a feather. 

 If they make a big killing, they try to ex- 

 onerate themselves by carrying the meat 

 home and salting it down or giving it away 

 to their friends ; but the greed crops out 

 all the same. — Editor. 



FISHING IN LAKE NOQUEBAY. 



This year I spent my vacation at Me- 

 nominee, in Northern Michigan. While 

 there I went on a fishing trip with a friend. 

 We crawled out of bed at 4 o'clock, swal- 

 lowed some coffee and sprinted for the 

 train, which carried us about 20 miles 

 West, to Ellis Junction. From there we 

 walked about 7 miles to Lake Noque- 

 bay. We arrived safe in spite of the mos- 

 quitoes. 



At the lake we rented a boat, and the 

 owner told us the best places for fishing. 

 We trolled about half the morning and 

 caught nothing but snags. Then we tried 

 still fishing, and the other fellow caught 

 3 little perch, about 2 inches long, which, 

 of course, were thrown back. I was more 

 fortunate because I caught nothing, and 

 didn't have the trouble of taking such 

 things off my hooks. 



About noon we decided to go back and 

 started for shore, my friend trolling while 

 I supplied the white ash breeze. When 



we were about half way across he caught 

 something that he called a fish. As he 

 wasn't exactly an expert with light tackle, 

 he got rattled. He began to yell loader 

 than any Indian ever did, and to yank on 

 my 6-ounce rod in a way that made my hair 

 stand. I finally' quieted him, and by that 

 time the weeds had cleared out of the gear, 

 so we went on to shore. 



We had a hot walk back to Ellis Junc- 

 tion, and took the train for Menominee, 

 where, of course, we heard all about the 

 big fish that everybody else had caught in 

 Lake Noquebay. F. R. Chapin, 



Chicago. 



BASS THUMPING IN JAMAICA. 



In reading July Recreation I was much 

 interested in an account called "Thump- 

 ing for Bass," by A. M. Mann, whose ve- 

 racity has, he says, been doubted. Allow 

 me from my own experience to bear wit- 

 ness to the truth of his statement. In the 

 Island of Jamaica, which lies in the Carib- 

 bean sea, this mode of bass catching is com- 

 mon, especially in a little summer resort 

 called Passage Fort, lying between Port 

 Royal, the entrance harbor, and Kingston, 

 the capital of the island. The old black 

 fishermen excel in this peculiar manner of 

 catching bass. I have repeatedly gone 

 out, when a young girl, with fishing par- 

 ties to enjoy this peculiar sport, and I 

 have seen bass jump, not only by ones, 

 but by dozens, into the little Dorea. These 

 fish are sold to the visitors and officers' 

 families stationed at the garrison at Fort 

 Augusta. This thumping is done by strik- 

 ing the short paddle against the gunwale 

 of the boat, from side to side, a small 

 lantern hanging on the bow. Many an 

 hour have I sat by the window of our 

 house and watched these little boats quietly 

 gliding up the channel, where the Rio Co- 

 bra empties itself in the channel, 

 heard the turn turn of the paddle and seen 

 the lights dotting the waters on all sides. 

 Then the next morning I have gone down 

 to the fisherman's cottage on the Salina 

 and secured some choice bass for break- 

 fast. Dark nights are nearly always se- 

 lected for this style fishing. Most cer- 

 tainly bass can be thumped. 



A. L. P. Taylor, San Antonio, Tex. 



STILL TOO MANY. 



I understand you had occasion to 

 look up a record made by Fred J. Seguin, 

 of this city, but that you did not roast him 

 because you were satisfied the report 

 was a hoax, which I know it was. How- 

 ever, the will of Sequin is good to catch 

 any number of fish. He was trout fish- 

 ing July 12, in State Line creek, Foxboro, 

 Minn., and caught in one day 78 trout. 



