Nov. 26, 1885.J 



FOREST AND STREAM. 



347 



Game in the North. — A correspondent writes from 

 Faraday to the Belleville, Ont., Oazeite, Nov. 6: "The 

 supply of game this season is good, deer and partridge up 

 to tlie average, but I think duclcs are getting scarcer, and 

 uiay perhaps ultimately leave us as the pigeons have, which 

 used to bu so plentiful some five and twenty years ago. 

 There has been a remarkable migration of wild animals of 

 the carnivorous kind into this quarter within the year, and 

 independent of bears and wildcats, we now have wolves 

 again, which we have not had for many years past. Several 

 sheep have been destroyed by them in the Kavanagh settle- 

 ment, and the folks there will not go for their cows after 

 sunset, as the wolves sometimes come unpleasantly close. 

 Mr. D. Kavanagh's son, a lad of fifteen, was chased out of 

 the woods one evening by them. Sheep, which have been 

 killed probably by wildcats, which have frequently been 

 heard and seen, even close to L'Amable. Mr. C. Johnson, 

 who has received the appointrnent of wood ranger and 

 inspector of forest ftres, made a trip last August through the 

 ■woods to the northwest of Bancroft. He started early one 

 morning from camp, and on his return found that a bear 

 had p;nd a visit to his tent. Bmin commenced by eating 

 all of Mr. Joliusou's provisions, and bchig evidently in a 

 sportive mood, he next mixed up the cooking utensils and 

 blankets, promiscuously and impartially, and then tearing 

 two large holes in the tent, upset it and left. During this 

 ti'ip. whicli was a sliort one, Mr. Johnson counted the bodies 

 of one moose deer and thirteen rtd deer, which had been 

 killed by the Indians, who appeai-ed to have had plenty of 

 provisions, tor they had not used any of the venison for 

 food, with the exception of a small piece of meat which they 

 had sliced off the moose deer. Now, all l;hese deer had been 

 slaughtered merely for the stdje of their skins, which the 

 squaws tan and manufactuic into mitts. I remember three 

 years since, there were the carcasses of fifty deer strung 

 along the banks of the York Branch, in the neighborhood 

 of the Egan Farm, which had been killed in this way in 

 July and August, by Indians. The deer come at night and 

 feed on the pond lilies, of which thej' are very fond, and the 

 Indian, with a light in Lis canoe, paddles up noiselessly, the 

 deer appears to be fascinated by the light and never offers 

 to run, and is then shot at leisure. Now this kind of thing 

 is constantly going on, and it is the universal opinion that 

 some one should be appointed by the Government to look 

 after and put a stop to tliis sharneful and wanton destruc- 

 tion. 



A New Gun Clitb.— A number of gentlemen residing in 

 Washington Heights and vicinity met last Monday evening 

 for the purpose of organizing tlie St. Nicholas Gun Club. 

 There were present, among others, Messrs. J. M. JBloomfield, 

 Fay W. Kingsland, Harry Brower, W. B. Peet. F. H. Gib- 

 ney, 0. Donnelly, Lyons, C. F. Kuapp, C. Develin, H. 

 Griflin, E. W. B>owu, P. W. Foster and C. S, Fitch. The 

 following ofBcers were elected: Mr. Fitch, President; Mr. 

 fl. Brower Vice-President; Mr. Gibnej^, Secretarj^ and 

 Treasurer; Mr. Peet, Captain. The grounds leased by the 

 Washington Heights Gun Club have been secured by the 

 new organization, and regular shoots at clay-pigeons are to 

 be held every second Saturday. The grounds will be open 

 for practice by the members at any time. The club has de- 

 termined to use clay -pigeons in its regular shoots, taking the 

 ground that their flight resembles that of a bird more than 

 does that of a glass ball. The first regular shoot of the club 

 will be held on Thanksgiving Day. The new club starts 

 out with a membership of about thirty, ami the character of 

 the gentlemen who belong to it would seem to insure its 

 success. 



Some of the New Jbksby Newsp.^pees complain that 

 the woods are so full of whistling bullets from hunting rifles 

 that a man's life is not safe there. 



"That remiDds me." 

 175. 



ABOUT two years ago myself and a friend, out snipe 

 shooting, were driving along a main road, when I 

 ordered my setter biLch over into a wheat field. At the 

 further side, three hundred yards away from us, she came 

 to a stand. My friend, who is an enthusiastic sportsman, 

 jumped out of the buggy, and while I held the horse and 

 looked on, waddled through the miry field toward the dog, 

 making his way as fast as any other fat man could do it. 

 After going about two Imndred yards, trampling with his 

 big feet at every step about ten inches square of nice green 

 wheat, which lie buried never to come up again, suddenly 

 to his astonishment a farmer came out in great wrath, shout- 

 ing, "Get right oft' that wlieat!" My friend stopped to 

 apologize and explain, but the owner was irrepressible and 

 kept ordering him off thicker and faster. He finally got the 

 man's attention and pointed the dog out to him, saying he 

 was only going after his dog, which was paralyzed, and if he 

 did not go for her she would stop there until she became 

 petrified, "and if Hose her," he threatened, "I shall hold you 

 responsible for not allowing me to go and get her. " 'ihe 

 farmer turned and saw the dog, apparently stifl', and said, 

 "Oh, of course, go and get your dog." My friend resumed 

 his tramp, came up. flushed the bird and shot it. The 

 farmer was amazed, and was so tickled at the operation that 

 jie wanted the gunner to tramp all over the field to see if he 

 could not find another bird. Then he wanted to keep him 

 and his dog all night, for he said he had never seen such a 

 Aog and man before. X. 

 Poet Rowan, Ont. 



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THE DUDE GOES FISHING. 



Editor Forest and Stream: 



We all know the young man who is suCferlng from overdress, youth 

 and inexperience, whom it is the fashion to call a dude. Personally, 

 I have a heart full of charity for him-if he aspires to fishing, partly 

 because he is so fresh and his green harmonizes with the siuToundmg 

 verdure. If I am rigbtly informed, the word dude is spoken in Eng- 

 land, where it was evolved, with two syllables. In this form it strikes 

 the ear with a melody unknown to the word as we speak it. In the 

 following epic I have spelled it to accord with the European pronun- 

 ciatiation, partly because "it's English, you know," but mainly for 

 rhythmic reasons. 



This mania-a-potu was caused by a visit to a theater where the 

 "Mikado," Gilbert and Sullivan's latest atrocity, was being sung, and 

 after going to bed and getting the Public Executioner mixed up with 

 the fish laws of New York, and dreaming that Yum- Yum was a gray- 

 ling that had too much sense to rise to a bunch of feathers and tinsel, 

 the rhythm of Ko-Ko wove itself into the following nightmare, for 

 which I disclaim aiiy responsibility. I do not know who wrote it, 

 but merely send it to you as found at my bedside in the morning: 

 THE DUDEY FISHES. 

 A Dudey wlio sat near a brook, on a stone. 



Sang "Willtiw. tit-willow, tit-willow I" 

 Said a barefoot boy, "Why do you sit there alone 

 Smging 'Willow, tit-willow, til^-wiUow;" 

 You must have caught plenty, or else they won't bite, 

 For you came here this morning, and now it's near night." 

 Aglance from the Dudey said, "By Jove, you're right, 

 Oh, willow, tit- willow, tit- willow." 



He spat on his worm as he sang with a griu^ 



"Oh, willow, tit-wfilow, tit-willow ; 

 There's no use of talking. I gather them in, 

 By willow, tit-willow, tit willow. 

 No angler like rac ever fisbed in this spot; 

 I've redd all the authors, from Walton to Scott, 

 And, like me, you will sing when you see what I've got. 

 Ah, willow, tit-willow, tit-willow." 



"Now let's see your catch that has caused you to sing, 



O, wiUow, tit-willow, tit-willow," 

 But the Dudey kept on, as he held \\p his string, 

 Singing "willow, tit-willow, tit-willow, 

 T thought these small fish that I've taken with grubs 

 Were trout, and I'll tell you that here's where It rubs; 

 You break my heart, now that you tell me they're chubs, 

 Oh, willow, tit-willow, tit-willow." 



Fred Mather. 



RED DRUM AT ANGLESEA. 



I YIELD to "Kingfisher" the joys of the summer woods 

 and to "Nessmuk" his pleasant outings along the 

 swamps of Florida in search of alligator or dreaming of tar- 

 pon. For myself, ! am content, when the mackerel disap- 

 pear and when the blackfish are too far off, to take a train 

 for Anglesea, armed and equipped for the channel bass or 

 red drum. Their coming and going is as mysterious and un- 

 certain as that of the black drum, which do not make half 

 as lively a fight as that of the channel bass — a game fish 

 which eclipses the salmon of the fllarguerite for good, honest 

 fighting and staying qualities as much as the channel bass 

 outstays and outfights tne tarpon. 



Judge Miller (whom I have hitherto introduced to your 

 readers as the "Judicial Mind") does not often have any luck 

 either with the black or red drum, unless he goes with the 

 fishing editor of the Cape May Wave (J. M. S.'). He slipped 

 off early in September, but didn't get a bite, but when 1 

 told him that my good friend, Cap' Ludlam, of the Life 

 Saving Service at Anglesea, JSf. .J., had just "bagged" six 

 channel bass in two days, the Judicial Mind took a sudden 

 interest in the situation and rigged up two formidable drum 

 lines. Armed with his annual pass on the West Jersey Eail- 

 road and a complete fishing rig, we started for Anglesea, one 

 of the numerous cities springing up along the Atlantic coast, 

 and making the wilderness of sand blossom with the rose of 

 civilization. 



"Angle Sea" is well named. It is the best fishing point 

 between Barnegat and Cape May lighthouse, and it is not 

 open to the very serious objection whicli makes Cape May a 

 bad and dangerous fishing point— the narrowness of the 

 channel and the dangers of a treacherous bar to the south 

 of the channel upon whicli 1 have twice nearly lost my life 

 in the last two years. When a leisure hour dawns on me 1 

 will tell the readers of Forest and Stkeam how a Pitts- 

 burgh party and myself, accompanied by Tom Ridley, one 

 of the late Tom Scott's favorite railroad engineers, found 

 fisherman's luck at this bar last August in Capt. Sutton's 

 schooner, when the waves, six feet high, broke over us, and 

 compelled all the party to climb the rigging like so many 

 gray squirrels, to keep frorn being washed overboard. Poor 

 Ridley gazed toward the new Columbia Hotel where his 

 better half was, and said he thought he had gazed on the 

 face of Mrs. Ridley for the last time on earth. 



But we return to our drum. The Anglesea harbor is a 

 safe one. There is never any trouble in getting out into the 

 deep sea at any time of tide, and if the ISTew^York anglers 

 knew of its many charms, its abundance of game, as well as 

 fish, from red drum down to tomcod, it would soon become 

 a big city by the sea much loved of anglers. The Judicial 

 Mind prepared the lunch, and (I say it with great timidity, 

 since the Forest and Stueam is striding with the steps of a 

 racehorse toward temperance shores) that we had only six 

 bottles of beer for Judge Miller. J. M. S. and Skipper Ilan- 

 kins— a good man and true — besides more solid material for 

 three hungry fishermen. 



Never was there created a better Boniface than the burly 

 and bustling Englishman Weeks, who keeps the Hereford 

 House at Anglesea. I guarantee that a tired sportsmen, in 

 New York or out of it, who wants to hide himself away 

 "from the gaze of the gross world" for a dav or two, can't 

 find any other place with equal attractions. And at this sea- 

 son of the year he will find on Seven Mile Beach all the 

 wild cattle he wants to shoot, as well as rabbits galore, and 

 on the naainland gray squirrels in abundance. 



Apropos of wild cattle, the woods are full of them; and it 

 is told of young L., the lighthouse keeper's son, that he shot 

 at a big white bull on Seven Mile Beach, only wounding 

 hioi in the neck, and that that bull ''charged the Hoors 

 amf^in/' and the young and nimble Nimrod dropped hia rifle 

 auc| sjitDTied it up ^ oonveiilent persimmon tro-g, (Jvylns, 



"Ma! O, mal" But the truth of this fairy tale rests on the 

 unsupported evidence of Butcher Sigfried, a rollicking 

 youth who bought the right to kill all the wild cattle on 

 Seven Mile Beach. The lighthouse is called Hereaford 

 Light, and it is said twenty years ago cattle were sent aci'oss 

 the ford here at low water to browse on the fertile beach and 

 got lost in the woods; hence the wild cattle. The word 

 "Hereford" is probably derived from the words "Here a 

 ford." Weeks's hotel is called the Hereford House. Two 

 miles below is Holly Beach, a brisk settlement of wideawake 

 Philadelphians, soon to be connected by railroad with Angle- 

 sea, which is located on a spur of railroad, four miles long, 

 connected with the W- J. R. R- twelve miles from Cape 

 May. 1 prophesy that Anglesea will soon be the best known, 

 as it is now the best fishing, spot on the .Jersey coast. 



I am painfully conscious that my letters annent piscato- 

 rial joys are (in one respect only 1 fear) like Montaigne's 

 essays. He began with the beginning of the world and 

 ended by telling how he had the gravel! But 1 will localize 

 no more. I will proceed to drag up the stalwart drum 

 — painted red by the Creator — from the bottom of the deep. 



Hankins had Weeks's catboat with a bottom big enough to 

 accommodate a Virginia picnic. The day before our outing 

 Cap' Ludlam had "corralled" on to a thousand mullet at a 

 single haul of his .seine. This is the red drum's favorite bait, 

 and when the east wind don't prevail and the drum ai'e not 

 junketing off the Florida coast, the mullet will always cap- 

 ture a drum. It was one of those heavenly days when the 

 earth and sky seemed to be intending matrimony and the 

 denizens of the deep piously waited to witness the honey 

 moon. There was just enough wind to take old Weeks's cat- 

 boat out to Buoy No. 3, a couple of miles from the Hereford 

 House. 



The Judicial Mind struck first blood, for his half mullet, 

 artistically tied on his limerick, looking toothsome enough 

 for a two-legged gourmet, had scarcely touched the bottom 

 before a strange pallor overspread the handsome countenance 

 of the frisky and piscatorial Miller. "Hush!" he whispered, 

 as he handed Skipper Hankins his croaker line with his left 

 hand. Away went one hundred feet of line, till our judicial 

 friend thought he must have tired out his drum and could 

 venture to inspect the fish on closer acquaintance. Re- 

 member a red drum never breaks water like a bass or like 

 the Mox nobilior. But alas! for a fishers hopes; as .Judge- 

 Miller drew his big fish close to the boat till we could get a 

 glimpse of his red and glowing sides the drum made a rush 

 d la Tarpon and took out — ran out every foot of his line, and 

 it was a case of abiii erupet evasit. And as the .Judicial 

 Mind <lrew up his limp line no fish could be felt, for the 

 monster of the deep at one mad dash had pulled the hook 

 clean out of the snood us readily as I could pull Clark's O. 

 N. T. out of the eye of a needle. The Judge looked un- 

 utterable "cuss words"— and said nothing, as the skipper 

 hastily put on another hook with a shank two inches long. 



The best of us enjoy the discomfiture of our nearest friends, 

 and while smiling inwardly beneath a solemn exterior I felt 

 a bite that might have been a flounder. But 1 put a pressure 

 of twenty-five pounds on my line (of the strength of which I 

 did not feel assured), I knew I had a fifty-pounder on the 

 end of my line. I was determined to keep cool. The Judge 

 begged to feel of my drum, and being of a sympathetic turn 

 I allowed the Judge to feel the red devil cJtasser around for 

 about five minutes, when he willingly handed me back my 

 line. It took me half an hour by the skipper's watch before 

 I could tire the shy fish out and bring him up to the boat 

 wliile Hankins deftly inserted his right hand in the gids of 

 the drum, and with a tremendous flop landed a sixty-pound 

 drum on the bottom of our catboat. 



I hope my temperance friends will not be disgusted if then 

 and there the six bottles of beer and the entire lunch melted 

 away like snow flakes on the sod. 



Judge Miller took my line with wire snoods and soon 

 hooked a big fish. He handled him like a master — gave him 

 200 feet of the line, and with gentle pressure brought Mr. 

 Drum half way back again, then let him whizz toward buoy 

 No. 3. As the fish came slowly in till his ponderous head 

 broke water he made another spin for dear life. "Easy over 

 the stones," ejaculated the wide awake MiUer, as he let him 

 cavort at its own sweet will down in the caverns of the deep. 

 He had this one securely hooked, and the wire attachment 

 would have h.eld a hundred pound shark. In just forty 

 minutes Judge Miller landed his own fish, with a wild Co- 

 manche yell which well might have reached Holly Beach, 

 two miles below. We now had two noble redfish, still 

 panting in the bottom of the boat, and flopping the water 

 ah over us. We cared no longer whether school kept 

 or not. We had bagged the first Anglesea drum of the 

 season. 



By 3 o'clock I had hooked the biggest fish of the day, but 

 my early success emboldened me — my line was too short — 

 and once at the end of his tether the drum broke away, 

 leaving me minus sinker, bait and two hooks. The power 

 of this gamy fish is shown by the fact that we lost three lines 

 and eight hooks in three hours. It was the Judge's hour 

 now and he improved the occasion by laughing consumedly 

 at me. I bore it like a martyr, having a new Krider line, 

 Cuttyhunk, with swivel attachment, and I felt sure of at least 

 one more drum. 



In the next hour we landed five sharks, which upon so 

 calm a day w^ere as thick as blackberries in July. 'This is 

 no mean fun in the pauses between drum bites. Soon I 

 hooked a big fish, whose first rush for liberty in the briny 

 deep, cut two fingers of my right hand till the blood came. 

 This was the hardest fight of the day, and was the best fight 

 I ever made with a fish. Sad experience taught me to give 

 the drum all the play he wanted ; and I let him have 300 feet 

 of my laid cotton thread line double twisted. 1 felt sure of 

 this one, and the skipper and Miller enjoyed the game which 

 was neck and neck, for I could not get the fish within sight, 

 and but for the downward pressure of the fish I might have 

 thought I had hooked a shark. But a shark will run around 

 a boat — the drum never. He gets as near the bottom and as 

 far from the sight of man as he can get. I found him and 

 played him one hour before he came in out of the wet. I 

 handled him tenderly as if I loved him— as I did. I never 

 caught a game fish that fought so well. He tipped, in his 

 red splendor, sixty pounds, and was alive when we reached 

 the Hereford House at 4 P. M. , glad but tired sportsmen, 

 more in love than ever with fishing in the deep sea. 



J. M. S. 



The Obntkal Lake Herrings.— Central Lake, Mich., 

 Nov. 13. The "herrings" were first seen at the bridge in 

 in this village on the evening of the 10th. This is, as far as 

 1 know, the first lirne in several years that they have shown 

 any disposition to bolster up the old tradition of their always 

 coming on that day. It ^^iqws tiiftt they can dn jt if tl^eg 

 ciinnae.—Kpt/pTF,, ■ ' • ' '•' vv . - ■ r- f 



