Forest and Stream. 



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NEW YORK, JUNE 29, 1882. 



I VOL. XVTII.— No. 28. 



"i Nos. 39 & 40 Park Row, New York. 



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Editorial. 



The Angler. 



The President Speaks. 

 The Sportsman Tourist. 



On an Old Turnpike— n. 



Camps of the K;: :i i- j -iv 



Maine Waters and Routes. 



Fish and Game in Colorado. 



Camp Cookery. 



"Portage and Paddle." 

 Natural History. 



Arctic Explorers. 



A Mallard's Strange Nesting 

 Place. 



An Avian Glutton. 

 Game Bag and Gun. 



Bears. 



Market Shooting in Nebraska. 



Hints on Camping Out. 

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Maine's "Visiting Sportsmen." 



Major Joseph Verity— vi. 

 Camp Fire Fliokerings. 

 Sea and River Fishing. 



Fish in Season in July. 



The Skoodoowobskook. 



Notes on the "Book of the Black 

 Bass." 



Trout and Trout Streams. 



Fishing about Pittsburgh. 



CONTENTS. 



Sea and River Fishing. 

 Among the Pickerel. 

 Philadelphia Fishing Notes. 



FlSHCULTURE. 



Salmon at Me ,_, loud Hatchery. 



The McDonald Fishway. 

 The Kennel. 



Spaniel (_■.:■ ■ ' '".l.-hj i <\<: >V.v 



York Dog Show. 



Dash 1H. 



A Talk about Dogs. 



Spaniel Judging at Cleveland. 



Tne Chicken Trials. 

 Rifle and Trap Shoottng. 



Rifle Practice at West Point. 



Some Points of the Match. 



New York Schutzen Corps. 



Creedmoor July Programme. 



New York State Association for 

 the Protection of Fish and 

 Game. 

 Yachting and Canoeing. 



Atlantic Y. C. 



New Haven Y. C. 



Boston Y. O. 



Eastern Y. C. 



East River Y. C. 



New York Canoe Club. 



A W r ord for the "Dish" Boat. 

 Answers to Correspondents. 



not to science; though a statesman, not to politics; though 

 an artist, to no art save that which now employs him— the 

 art of angling— for this day. at least, exalted above all else. 

 So far removed from all these while he casts his fly or 

 guides his minnow, how much further is his soul from all 

 but the matter in hand when a fish has taken the one or the 

 other, and all his skill is taxed to the utmost to bring his 

 victim to creel. Heresy and paganism may prevail, the 

 light of science be quenched, the country go to the dogs, 

 pictures go unpainted and statues unmolded till be has 

 saved this fish. 



"When the day is spent, the day's sport done, and he wends 

 his way homeward with a goodly score, satisfied with him- 

 self and all the world besides, then he may ponder on many 

 tilings apart from that which has this day taken him by 

 green fields and pleasant waters. Now he may brood his 

 thoughts, and dream dreams; but while he angles, the com- 

 plete angler is not a contemplative man. 



THE ANGLER. 



IN these summer days when the gun is laid up in lavender, 

 if that be the name of oil and flannel, and the honest man 

 goes not forth to shoot anything called game, but for his 

 sport goeth only a fishing, it is a proper time to consider the 

 angler and his ways. Angling is set down by the master 

 of the craft, whom all revere but none now follow, as the 

 Contemplative Man's Recreation ; but is the angler, while 

 angling, a contemplative man? » 



That beloved and worthy brother whose worm-baited hook 

 dangles in quiet waters, placid as his mind— till some way- 

 faring perch or bream or bullhead shall by chance come 

 upon it, he meanwhile, with rod set in the bank, taking his 

 ease upon the fresh June sward, not touching his tackle 

 nor regarding it but with the corner of an eye— he may con- 

 template and dream day dreams. He may watch the clouds 

 drifting across the blue, the green branches waving between 

 him and them, consider the lilies of the field, note the songs 

 of the catbird in the willow thicket, watch the poise and 

 plunge of the kingfisher, and so spend all the day with 

 nature and his own lazy thoughts. That is what he came 

 for. Angling with him is only a pretense, an excuse to pay 

 a visit to the great mother whom he so dearly loves; and if 

 he carries home not so much as a scale, he is happy and con- 

 tent. 



But how is it with him who comes stealing along the 

 brink with such light tread that it scarcely crushes the vio- 

 lets noi shakes the dewdrops from the ferns, and casts his 

 flies with such precise skill upon the very handsbreath of 

 ■water that gives most promise to his experienced eye: or 

 drops his minnow with such care into the eddying pool, 

 where he feels a bass must lie awaiting it. Eye and ear 

 and every organ of sense are intent upon that for which he 



came sport. He sees only the images of the clouds, nor 



any branch but that which impedes him or offers cover to 

 his stealthy approach. And his ear is more alert for the 

 splash of fishes than for bird songs. And with his senses 

 go all his thoughts, and float not away in day dreams . 



Howsoever much he loves her, for the time while he hath 

 rod in hand, Mother Nature is a fish-woman, and he prays 

 that she may deal generously with him*. Though he be a 

 parson, bis thoughts tend not to religion; though a savant, 



THE PRESIDENT SPEAKS. 



IN our issue of May 11 we drew attention to a so-called 

 hunting club, newly organized in the West, and our re- 

 marks have at length extracted from the president of this 

 club a reply, printed in another column. This reply is per- 

 haps intended to be sarcastic, but, if so, the sarcasm is of a 

 very mild character, and on the whole we are disposed to 

 regard the letter as a good-natured one, and the invitation as 

 given in good faith. 



Mr. Back's letter is, however, rather amusing. He takes 

 it for granted that in writing about the West and its game 

 we are dealing only in glittering generalities ; that we 

 rely for our information merely on what we have read ; that, 

 in fact, we are "tenderfeet." In all these assumptions the 

 President is wrong. Our feet have been hardened by many 

 a year's contact with the rugged sides of the mountains, 

 and long ago ceased to trouble us, either when footing it 

 through the sage brush over the plains, or when scaling the 

 steep hillsides, up which it was necessary to drag our un- 

 willing animals. No, we are not tenderfeet. In fact, we 

 incline, to the belief that if the President will take a census 

 of the population of Glendive he will find that there are not 

 ten men in the town who have seen so much of frontier life 

 in all its varied aspects as we have. When Nebraska and 

 Kansas were uninhabited wastes we hunted through them 

 and fought the Sioux and Arapahoes by the side of our red 

 allies, the Pawnee Loups. As civilization pushed westward 

 we moved on, thrust, forward by the advancing tide of emi- 

 gration ; Colorado, Wyoming and Utah were for years our 

 hunting ground. Then the cattle began to come in too 

 thickly, and we traversed from South to North and from 

 East to West Dakota and Montana. There was no Glendive 

 in those days, nor a foot of railroad in the latter territory. 

 Hunting, fighting Indians, prospecting and mining, we took 

 the rough with the smooth, and usually managed to have 

 meat in camp, notwithstanding the supposed poor shooting 

 with which the President credits us. We were with Custer 

 in the first expedition to the Black Hills, and were among 

 the first to detect among the grass roots, in the valley where 

 now stands a flourishing town, the shining particles that a 

 little later started the rush to the Hills. When we first drank 

 of the waters of the Yellowstone River, we risked our hair, 

 in company with two brave fellows, one of whom the Sioux 

 have since killed, for the privilege of enjoying the hunting 

 on that stream, and we may perhaps be allowed to express a 

 doubt as to whether the President had at that time any 

 special acquaintance with that river, its valley or the sur- 

 rounding region. To speak more particularly of the terri- 

 tory from which our correspondent writes, we can say that 

 we know it pretty well. There are, to be sure, some portions 

 of Montana where we have not traveled, camped or hunted, 

 but we fail to recall any section south of an east and west 

 line drawn through Benton that we are not pretty well 

 acquainted with. We know the Missouri, the Musselshell, 

 the Judith, the Pond d'Oreille, the Hellgate, Big Blackfoot 

 and Snake rivers; have hunted among the Judith, Big and 

 Little Belt, Snowy, Crazy Woman's, Bridger, Powder River, 

 Coeur d'Aiene and Bitter Root Mountains. 



Idaho, Washington and Oregon are also familiar to us ; we 

 have a somewhat intimate knowledge of Nevada and Cali- 

 fornia, nor are the dense forests and high rocky shores of 

 British Columbia altogether unknown to us. Moreover, 

 although we have no desire to specify what we have done, 

 we occasionally hit when we shoot, and have been known 

 to kill most varieties of animals found in the mountains, 

 from bear down to badger. We can usually find our way to 

 camp, can cook a meal, pitch a tent, make a bull boat, 



drive a team, sit a bucking horse— for a while— and throw 

 the diamond hitch. 



Having said thus much, somewhat against will, but because 

 we want to show the President that we know what we are talk- 

 ing about, we may add a few words about the game and the 

 prospects for its extermination. If the President is an old 

 mountain man he is insincere when he gives us to understand 

 that the game is so abundant that it cannot be exterminated. 

 H he has been through the experiences that from his letter 

 he clearly wishes us to infer he has, he knows perfectly well 

 that the game will last but a very short time, It is more 

 charitable, perhaps, to assume that the President is himself 

 in fact, if not in name, a tenderfoot ; that, although he lives 

 on the frontier, he is a dweller in towns, one whose experi- 

 ences of the life of a mountaineer are confined to a few days in 

 camp each year. We are the more disposed to think that this 

 is the case, because his letter presents internal evidence that 

 he is not an old-timer. If this be so, let us tell the President 

 that he is wrong, that the game will disappear in the Yellow- 

 stone Valley as we have seen it vanish in other localities. 

 It is but about eight years since we could see along the Platte 

 River and thence south to the Republican, and beyond 

 through Kansas, the Nation and Texas, buffalo by thousands 

 and hundreds of thousands. Day after day you could travel 

 over the prairie and never be out of sight of them. Where 

 are they now? It is but a short time since the antelope 

 fairly swarmed in Kansas and among the sand hills of 

 Western Nebraska, Where are they now ? You may travel 

 a hundred miles through what used to be the most magnifi- 

 cent hunting grounds for these graceful animals, and not see 

 a dozen of them. In like manner all game, whether it be 

 buffalo, elk, blacktail deer, mountain sheep or antelope, has 

 disappeared from a dozen localities which we could name. 

 In like manner it will disappear from the Valley of the Yel- 

 lowstone, unless steps are taken to protect it there. 



These steps will be in direct opposition to the purposes of 

 the President's club. We hope that there are in Montana 

 law officers and private citizens with pluck and backbone 

 enough to oppose this organized destruction of game ; men 

 with "sand" enough to see that the laws are enforced, and 

 that the big game of the Northwest which is so rapidly dis- 

 appearing from the country shall not be utterly wiped out 

 of existence. We hope it, but — we doubt. 



FL Y- CASTING TO URNAMENT. 

 X) REPARATIONS are being made for a fly-casting tourna- 

 -*- ment, to be held in the vicinity of New York. 

 Prominent anglers are interested in the affair, and a sub- 

 stantial prize list has already been well started. At the soli- 

 citation of the gentlemen principally concerned in inaugu- 

 rating the movement, the tournament will be held under the 

 direction of this journal, acting in concert with a committee 

 appointed for the purpose. 



Great care will be exercised in framing the conditions of 

 the several contests to insure a satisfactory test of the skill 

 of the competitors, and every effort will be made to render 

 the tournament a success. The meeting will not be local in 

 character; it is the aim of the projectors to secure a repre 

 sentation of the best work of each angling center, and to 

 make the tournament a pleasant meeting of anglers from 

 various parts of the country. 



We shall give further particulars of the meeting as the 

 plan is matured. Meanwhile, we should be. pleased te re- 

 ceive correspondence on the subject, 



St. Jacob and the Bull. — Among the medals secured 

 for the coming international military rifle match will be one 

 for the highest individual score on the American side, and 

 another for the best score made by a member of the English 

 team. One of those medals will bear the figure of the ubi- 

 quitous and oleaginous St. Jacob (with a hint to try his oil), 

 and the other that of the Bull rampant (with an injunction 

 to smoke Durham). Mrs. Lydia Pinkham and the Hop 

 Bitters man are yet to be heard from. Doubtless the manu- 

 facturers of Vanity Pair would jump at the privilege of a 

 representation at Creedmoor; and if this thing is judiciously 

 worked there is no limit to the pile of medals that may be 

 secured from enterprising and philanthropic firms. 



Florida Behind the Age.— Deer, quail and other kinds 

 of game are "in season" just now in Florida; in fact the 

 people down there shoot all the year around. The State 

 had a game law once, but it was not of much good, even 

 while ostensibly in force, and the ignorant legislators, who 

 like to slaughter deer at all times, rescinded the obnoxious 

 law as soon as possible. It is a great pity that the people of 



