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than you can think he is gone again and 
takes every inch of your line, then stops and 
jerks four or five times until you imagine 
your line will surely break. Then up again he 
comes and you reel in line as fast as possible. 
When he turns on his side, then’s your time to 
gaff him, for he rests fora second, and is gone 
again, with more fight than ever. I shall never 
forget the first big one I landed when alone in my 
boat. He looked like a small-sized whale and 
seven times he took out my line and jerked and 
towed me around in fine shape, and I am not yet 
just sure how I got him in the boat. They 
accused me of actually standing on the seat of 
the boat in my excitement, and I do know I 
never got such a shower bath in my life’as that 
fish gave me. 
Recreation Lodge, my fishing place, is on the 
beach in what is called the Narrows, through 
which the waters of Puget Sound must pass to 
fill the endless bays in the upper sound. The 
waters of the Narrows are necessarily deep and 
tremendously swift, forming eddies and pools 
near the shore. And in these the tyhee run in 
great numbers from about the roth of May 
until November 1. From May till August the 
herring run is fine, but from then I use a 
peculiarly shaped brass spoon, called the dart- 
ing spoon, and this is the only one a tyhee is 
known to take when the herring are gone. 
About roo families camp along the beach 
near Recreation Lodge, and it is a beautiful 
sight to see from twenty to./forty rowboats 
trolling up and down, each one eager to catch 
and land a larger salmon than his neighbor. 
About two hours on each tide this fun lasts, and 
it is worth all the other fishing combined. Come, 
catch and land one, sit down and have it served 
to you, and be convinced. 

The Fish of Fish 
BY CHARLES A. BRAMBLE 
From early June until mid-August the salmon 
fisherman thinks of but one thing—his favorite 
sport. Even “‘Jim” Hill, railway magnate and 
busy man of affairs, lets all drop in June and 
August and gives himself over to the enjoyment 
of a sport that is the peer of any. Just now, as 
I write, his magnificent steam yacht ‘‘ Wacouta”’ 
is lying restless at her moorings, like the beauti- 
ful, almost living thing she is, awaiting her 
master. In a few days he will be far down the 
stern shores of the St. Lawrence, battling with 
fish that, pound for pound, are not to be matched 
in the world. 
And the said Jim Hill has a long head; he is 
very likely to get the best of all that is going. 
In fact, he is a safe man to follow, whether in 
the stock market or by the salmon stream—if 
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he gives you the tip—and those looking for 
exciting sport during the first part of August 
should try the north shore of the St. Lawrence. 
Of course, many a good fisherman is without a 
steam yacht to transport himself and his tackle 
to his chosen water, but as there are other means 
of reaching it, this is not an insurmountable 
obstacle. A very decent steamship runs every 
ten days, and another equally as good every 
fortnight, from Quebec as far as Esquimaux 
Point, passing on the way streams that are 
famous in song and story (or at least should be). 
A cabin passage to the extreme point costs but 
$15. With a view to helping the®readers of 
RECREATION to get their share of excellent 
salmon-fishing, I shall give a few particulars 
of the rivers of the Mingafi Seigniery, which are 
fishable by arrangement with the proprietors, 
and at a very small cost—taking all things into 
consideration. 
The first stream of any importance reached 
by the steamers is the Birch River. It is 340 
miles east of Quebec, and is generally made in 
less than thirty-six hours. One or two rods, 
early in the season, can find all the fishing in 
this river for salmon and trout that they desire, 
while the hig ‘‘sea trout” just crowd the 
stream, until, as Pat said, the “‘ water bees stiff 
wid ’em.” 
The Manitou is a large river, fifteen miles 
east of Birch River; easy of access, and con- 
venient, being a stream in which no wading is 
necessary, all the casts being fishable from a 
canoe. . 
The Sheldrake, eight miles east of the Mani- 
tou, is a medium-sized stream that offers par- 
ticularly favorable conditions for salmon-fish- 
ing early in the season, as the trout do not run 
until late. Trout are not beloved by the salmon 
fisherman, pure and simple, as they rise so 
determinedly and so quickly that they do not 
give the more stately salmon a fair chance at 
the fly. After you have hooked and played a 
few four-pound trout in a pool you may not rise 
a salmon for several hours, and if the trout are 
running, you will find the pool swarming with 
them once more. Sir Rose Price, the lessee of 
the Jupiter River, Anticosti Island, some years 
ago, was driven from his river by the sea trout. 
Thunder River is the name of the next 
stream. It is six miles east of the Sheldrake 
and, though it yields a few salmon, is more of a 
trout river. There is an admirable harbor for 
a small yacht near the mouth of the river. 
A large river, known as the Magpie, is the 
next ‘“‘open” stream met on the eastward way. 
It is a very large river, and a very savage one, 
there being no settlements along its shores. 
The salmon only run for the first quarter of a 
mile, as some high falls bar their access to the 
