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RECREATION. 



first day out and the remaining 133 on the second.— 

 Clear Lake, (la.) paper. 



I asked Hartough if the above state- 

 ment was correct, and here is his answer: 



Chicago, 111. 

 Editor Recreation: 



May 15th Mr. J. H. Woodstock, leading 

 jeweler of Clear Lake, and I went to the 

 head of the lake, some 2 miles distant, to 

 secure more bait if possible, and cook 

 dinner. At the Clear Lake gun club's 

 shack at 3 p. m. indications pointed to 

 rainy weather, so sent yacht back to 

 town with instructions to call for us in the 

 morning with more bait. Mr. Woodstock 

 and I spent about an hour in rowboat 

 near camp, catching a total of 169 fish. 



The next day we took 133, a total for 

 both days of 302. Total fishing time dur- 

 ing both days did not exceed 9 hours. 



As nearly as I can remember we 

 caught pickerel weighing 2 to 3 pounds 

 each; 6 perch, about l / 2 pound each; 4 

 black bass, about 2 to 2 l / 2 each; 4 rock 

 bass, small; one large crappie; 2 catfish; 

 and the others were pike, of almost uni- 

 form size of i l / 2 pounds. 



We ate our meals of fish at camp, gave 

 away 6 messes, and sold the remainder to 

 a buyer in Clear Lake. 



J. C. Hartough. 



ANSWER. 



If you were a decent man you would 

 be ashamed of it, instead of feeling proud, 

 as appears from your story. I trust you 

 may reform, now that you see how dis- 

 gusting you look in print. — Editor. 



QUEER SPORT. 



I have just finished reading my June 

 number of Recreation, and, as always, have 

 had a great deal of pleasure out of it. 

 The fishing department gave me the notion 

 to tell you of a part of the country where 

 everybody goes fishing and yet where the 

 sport is purely imaginary. That region is 

 right 'here in Georgia. Every day people 

 go about in groups, with cane poles, but 

 never by any chance does anyone get any 

 fish, because there are none. This town is 

 located on what is known as the Savannah 

 river, which is really a stream of liquid 

 mud, rather too thin to make good walking, 

 but too thick for anything to swim in. I am 

 told there are some carp in it and that they 

 are sometimes caught and used by the 

 darkies; but I'd hate to class them as fish, 

 and certainly no white man would use 

 them as food. Two instances came directly 

 under my own notice during the past week, 

 where imagination played the greater part. 

 One was an old auntie, sitting on a ditch 

 bank, with a line overboard, the farther 

 end of which was under the mud. When 

 asked if she had caught anything she held 

 up a specimen about an inch long that in 



the course of time might have become a 

 catfish, with the remark, "Got enough fer 

 brekfus'." The other was a irnall coon 

 with a string on a stick, fishing through the 

 grating of a sewer at a street corner. What 

 he expected to catch I don't know, but at 

 least his sport did not entail much walk- 

 ing. I thought I liked fishing myself, but 

 this is too many for me. 



Fred. W. Porter, Augusta, Ga. 



GAME WARDEN VS. ALDERMEN. 



Enclosed you will find an account of a 

 raid made in Wisconsin by some Chicago 

 fish hogs, led by Alderman John Powers. 

 Please tell him a few things about fish 

 hogs. Too bad he did not get to eat 

 the fish. Being a hog, he might have got 

 a few bones in his throat. Game Warden 

 C. L. Tracey is O. K. 



A. C. F., Chicago. 



The clipping enclosed was as follows: 



Milwaukee, Wis.,— Alderman John Powers, of Chi- 

 cago, spent a tew days fishing in Northern Wisconsin, 

 and was tids morning returning with enough fish 

 to satisfy the appetites of most of his constituents of 

 the Nineteenth Ward, when he ran into a game 

 warden. As a consequence the Chicago friends who 

 were calculating on a fish dinner will go without. 



When the 7:05 train ot the Ashland division arrived 

 here Game Warden E. L. Tracey made his inspection, 

 finding one lot which did not seem to come within the 

 requirements of the law. It proved to be many pounds 

 overweight. Every box bore a tag on which was 

 written in big letters, 



ALD. JOHN POWERS, CHICAGO, ILL. 



That did not make any difference to the warden. 

 The fish were held and were sold at auction. 



Game Warden Tracey is indeed O. K. 

 An officer should be the last person to 

 break a law, and Powers deserved a worse 

 punishment than he received. — Editor. 



BAD REPUTATIONS. 

 During last year's shooting season in 

 the vicinity of the Parry Sound district I 

 asked a number of the settlers about the 

 fishing. They told me that at certain 

 points it was good; that at others it had 

 been, but there were no fish left. A little 

 surprised at replies of this nature, I asked 

 the cause, and almost invariably the 

 answer was, ''Yankee hogs." An explana- 

 tion was asked, and I found that many 

 Americans had visited that part of North- 

 ern Ontario for years past. The fishing 

 had been particularly good, but, unfor- 

 tunately, some of those visitors had left 

 their mark. The tremendous catches of 

 fish which they were unable to use, they 

 would dump on the shores to rot; and 

 they have left certain parts of the rivers 

 and the lakes almost entirely without fish. 

 S., Walkerville, Ont. 



GUT THAT KEEPS. 

 I saw an article in Recreation as to gut 

 cracking. I believe, as does Prescott Dud' 



