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FOREST AND STREAM. 



[Aug. 81, 1895. 



NEW ENGLAND FISHING WATERS. 



Boston, Mass., Aug. 24.— On Sept. 1 Mr. E. H. Wood, 

 of Boston, leaves for a four weeks' trip to Portage Lake, 

 Maine. This pretty sheet of water is situated very near 

 the Canada line, and Henderson & Hughey's camps, 

 where Mr. Wood will make his headquarters, are said to 

 be a banner place for both shooting and fishing. The 

 latter is done mostly in Maine, but the shooting at that 

 time must be done in Canada, where, fortunately enough, 

 the open season on moose and caribou begins Sept. 1. 

 The whole region is a fine game country. On a previous 

 visit to these campB Mr. Wood took four trout on his 

 first day's fishing, all of which measured about 19in. in 

 length. He says he could easily have captured twenty- 

 five more of the same kind, but as he had no use for them 

 he refrained from doing so. One each caribou and deer 

 killed the same afternoon was another occurrence on 

 which be likes to dwell. He expects to be at the camps 

 four weefes this time, and probably his wife will accom- 

 pany him. It is a pretty hard place to get to, but they 

 will make it in easy stages, thereby lessening the fatigue. 

 One of the pleasant features of his last trip to this place 

 was the journey out. It was made in canoes from the 

 camps to Penobscot Lake, then a hard carry to Long 

 Pond, from there to Long Pond Brook, then to Dole 

 Pond, to Dole Brook, to Northwest Branch of the Penob- 

 scot and then to the Northwest Carry at Moosehead Lake. 

 It was altogether a delightful journey, and may be re- 

 peated this year when they are ready to come back to 

 civilization. 



L. B. Jewell, of Hartford, Conn., passed through Bos- 

 ton this week en route to Moosehead Lake. He fishes 

 principally at the outlet, stopping with Wilson, and is 

 one of the old-timers at that place, having been there for 

 many successive years. It takes some knowledge of the 

 place to get the big fish, but Mr. Jewell knows the trick, 

 and does it. 



A very jolly party, consisting of James M. Kline, Dr. 

 E. B. Campbell, Chas. R, Stearns, H. C. Bubb and John 

 6. Reading, Jr., all of Williamsport, Pa., passed through 

 Boston on Thursday last, bound for Moosehead Lake. 

 They will stop at Kineo long enough to find good guides 

 and equip themselves with camping utensils, etc., and 

 will then make a canoe trip to Eagle Lake. One of the 

 party has been over the proposed route before, and has 



Sromised the others good fishing and an interesting time 

 uring the two weeks they will be away. 

 Chas. A. Clark and J. M. Bassett, of Boston, left on 

 Saturday for a fishing trip to Kinne's Camps, at Holeb 

 Lake, Maine. The camps are placed on an island which 

 rises nearly 50ft. from the level of the water, and the sur- 

 rounding country is said to be one of the most beautiful 

 parts of the Pine Tree State. Mr. Bassett was up there a 

 year or two ago, and is still enthusiastic over the good 

 time he had. Lots of trout ranging from 5ilbs. down 

 were the fruits of his last visit, and the two gentlemen 

 have every hope of doing as well on this trip. 



H. H. Bemis, of Boston, leaves about Sept. 1 for a two 

 or three weeks' trip to Lake St. John. He went up there 

 last year also, but did not do much fishing there, devot- 

 ing the time principally to a long tramp of about 160 

 miles back in the woods, camping here and there and 

 taking just fish enough to use. He is very fond of this 

 style of outing and enjoyed every moment qf it. This 

 year he expects to fish pretty hard and hopes to do well 

 with the ouananiche. 



Mr. F. B. Greene, a well-known lawyer of New Bed- 

 ford, whose home is in Boston, has left in company with 

 his nephew for Parmacbenee Lake. Mr. Clark is a mem- 

 ber of the Parmachenee Club, and has been an extensive 

 traveler. Salmon fishing is one of his chief pleasures. 

 The two gentlemen will make a stay of some weeks at 

 Parmachenee. 



Camp life in the Dead River region seems to be much 

 in favor with large parties this season. It has become 

 something of a fad to make the grand circuit to Tim 

 Pond or Round Mountain Lake, the Megantic camps and 

 King and Bartlett. A party that left Boston a day rr 

 two ago consisted of Dr. L. F. Wood, of Westerly, R. I.; 

 Reon Barnes, senior and junior, of New York city; a 

 reverend gentleman from Long Island, Lbelieve, and four 

 ladies. They will go first to Tim Pond, then to Round 

 Mountain and King and Bartlett. Here the ladies of the 

 party will probably stay, while the men journey on to 

 Aroostook county in search of more sport. It is their 

 third consecutive season, and as they know every inch of 

 the territory, they are surely booked for good sport. 



Reports continue to reach Boston of great quantities of 

 large game seen in Maine. Two men who have just re- 

 turned from the region north of Moosehead declare that 

 200 deer would not cover the number seen by them while 

 on a ten days' trip. They are said to have photographs of 

 about forty of them, and describe them as playing and 

 feeding when seen. One big buck moose with large 

 horns was seen in a small stream, and the sight of game 

 was so abundant that the trip was declared a great suc- 

 cess outside of the fishing they had, which was also good. 



Mr. M. N. Smith and his friend Mr. Cady, of Boston, 

 accompanied by their families, have gone to Capt. Fred 

 Barker's camps at Bemis, in the Rangeley region. They 

 will be away a month and expect to devote the time 

 especially to fishing. 



Megantic members are turning out in force this year. 

 Dr. Ball, of Boston, has just lelt for the preserve, and 

 W. K. Mcpiure, one of the directors, passed through Bos- 

 ton en route to the same place a few days ago. Mr. Mc- 

 Clure will go in at the club house and out by the way of 

 Eustis, stopping for a time at all the camps. He will be 

 on the preserve about three weeks. 



Dr. Stevens and party, of Cambridge, have just re- 

 turned from Parlin Pond, Maine. r They had the best 

 kind of a time and were well satisfied with the fishing 

 The trout averaged small, but were plentiful and very game! 



Dr. Brown, of Boston, who only a short time ago re- 

 turned from the Romaine River, where he went salmon 

 fishing with the Fitch party, has been fishing on Lake 

 George, N. Y. One 16^-pound pickerel and several lake 

 trout and big bass were the results of this last trip, but 

 the Doctor thinks it was pretty tame fun at that. His 

 next trip will probably be after moose in the Aroostook 

 region, in Maine, late in the fall. 



Few men who visit the Rangeley Lakes are so comfort- 

 ably placed in the way of camps as Mr. Harry Dutton of 

 Boston, on Pleasant Island, Cupsuptic Lake. Temple 

 R. Fay, William Scott and Edward Houghton, of Bos- 

 ton, have just returned from a short visit there and 

 all are delighted over the good time they have had. The 



fishing was good enough to satisfy them all. Mr. 

 Fay has left Boston again, with Frank G. Webster, for a 

 trip into Canada. Both are members of the Winchester 

 Club, whose preserve is found principally in the parish of 

 St. Elie, where they have 10,000 acres containing seven 

 good ponds, and covered with virgin forest. It is a good 

 country for deer and moose, and fishing is very fine. The 

 square-tail trout runs up to five pounds in weight, and 

 good lake trout fishing can be had. They will be up there 

 two weeks. 



Congressman John Simpkins, of Yarmouth port, left on 

 Friday last to spend the next ten days at Birch Lodge, 

 Mr. Thayer's handsome place at the Rangeleys, near the 

 Upper Dam. The Misses Mabel and Ruth Simpkins 

 accompanied their brother, I believe, and a strong effort 

 will be made to find and capture some of the big trout 

 which are occasionally taken from the Upper Dam pool 

 and the waters near by. The ladies are good casters, and 

 will do their share of the fishing. 



Jerome Hilbourn and A. C. Sturtevant, of Boston, have 

 just returned from the Moose River country. With Ed- 

 ward Graft and George Henderson as guides, they entered 

 the woods from Jackman, going from there to Holeb 

 Falls and then to Tobey Pond, where they had good fish- 

 ing. Returning to Jackman, they left again for Heald 

 Pond, a picturesque sheet of water lying under Ball Moun- 

 tain. Mr. Hilbourn was high line there, taking the larg- 

 est fiBh (21bs.) ever caught on a fly in this water so far as 

 known. On the last Sunday of their stay they saw five 

 deer on the shore of the pond. A Mr. Hoffman and friend, 

 of Philadelphia, whom they met in the woods, had been 

 in the region forty days, and reported seeing both mooee 

 and caribou and a large number of deer. Traces of large 

 game were visible everywhere, and the prospect for the 

 fall shooting seems first class. 



Charles Randall's camps on the West Branch Ponds c f 

 the Penobscot seem to be a pretty hard place to get to, 

 but this fact does not deter Boston sportsmen from mak- 

 ing the effort. Leaving here on Friday afternoon, it take s 

 until Sunday night to get there, and both buckboarding 

 and canoeing must be overcome before the goal is reached. 

 Ample payment in good sport is the reward, for it is a 

 splendid shooting country, and the trout are too numerous 

 to mention. H. Ware Lincoln, of Boston, has been in 

 there several times, and started again on Friday for a two 

 weeks' trip. He says the fishing cannot be excelled, and 

 has taken 200 trout in a morning on one occasion, return- 

 ing all but twenty-five to the water. The method of reach- 

 ing the camps is to go to Moosehead, then to Lily Bay, 

 buckboard to Roach's Pond or river, and canoeing and a 

 good tramp to the ponds. 



M. G. Cochrane and his friend Mr. Ames, who have 

 just returned from the King and Bartlett preserve, em- 

 phatically assert that they have never had an enjoyable 

 vacation before, so taken were they with the sport and 

 beauty of that country. They visited all of the many in- 

 teresting places on the preserve, and were particularly 

 well impressed with the trout fishing which fell to their 

 lot on Spencer and Kibbe streams. They bring back the 

 story of a lost pond-re-discovered lately by Chas. Haley 

 and a Mr. Bobbins, of Boston. The pond is about one and 

 one-half miles west of Big Spencer Lake, and the two 

 men had a tremendous tramp before they finally found 

 it. It is a small sheet of water, to which they have very 

 properly given the name of Lost Pond. Evidences of iis 

 being a well frequented resort for large game were visible 

 everywhere, and the place is at present so inaccessible that 

 it is not liable to be disturbed. 



To see man and wife both devoted to the pleasure of 

 fishing, and taking equal delight in all that pertains to the 

 sport, is to see ideal companionship indeed. Such a couple 

 are Dr. Geo. F. Emerson and wife, of Boston. The 

 Doctor is a Knights Templar, and is detained in the city 

 during a part of next week to take part in the great con- 

 clave, but on Thursday evening they will leave for 

 Maine, going first to Kineo and then to Parlin Pond. 

 They will be away until October; Mrs. Emerson has the 

 reputation of being a fine and very graceful caster. 



Another party who will go to Parlin Pond in a few days 

 consists of Warren White, well known to the shoe trade; 

 John D. Merrill, of the Boston Globe; Geo. E. Howe and 

 Bancroft G. Davis, all of Boston. They go first to Mur- 

 phy's camps, staying there about two weeks, and then will 

 go to Indian Pond, from which so many reports of good 

 fishing have come this season. 



The Allimoosic chain of lakes in Maine was the destin- 

 ation of C. D. Haskin and wife, of Boston, who left the 

 city on Aug. 23, expecting to stay two weeks in that 

 interesting country. Trout, salmon and black bass is 

 their object in the way of fishing, but the one great am- 

 bition of Mr. Haskin is to bring back the pelt of a black 

 bear, and he is going to make a determined effort to kill 

 one of those fellows before his return. 



Westport Harbor, R. I. , seems to be doing the lion's 

 share toward furnishing good striped bass fishing this 

 season. Reports come to me of fine sport being had in 

 that locality. One gentleman captured a baes of 561bs. 

 a short time ago, and a number of others not much 

 smaller have lately been taken. 



At Lake Memphremagog Capt. Philip Little and wife, 

 of Salem, and Jas. T. Soutter, of Boston, are having 

 some very good bass fishing. John Mason Little, of Bos- 

 ton, who has just returned from the lake, tells me that 

 his brother and he on one occasion took twenty-seven 

 bass weighing nearly 601bs. Mr. J. M. Little is princi- 

 pally interested in salt-water fishing, or, more properly 

 speaking, has been. His recent experience in bass fishing 

 seemed to be very much to his taste. He likes to use fine 

 tackle and realizes that to do well and get the best sport 

 in fresh-water fishing the tackle must be kept in the best 

 of condition. 



J. R. Burnett, Dr. F. S. Howard and F. MoGourkey 

 formed a jolly party of New York gentlemen who stopped 

 long enough in Boston to add a few necessary things to 

 their outfit before leaving for the Dead River region. 

 They go to the Blakesley camps and will stay three or 

 four weeks. Dr. Howard was up there last year and 

 thinks the place pretty near right for good trout fishing. 



A. D. Boss, of Willimantic, and J. O. de Wolf, of 

 Boston, will leave early in September to stay a few weeks 

 at Camps Kibbe and Jack in the Dead River country in 

 Maine. The writer made the stage trip of nineteen miles 

 from Dead River station to Eustis one night a year ago 

 with Mr. Boss and another Willimantic friend and found 

 them pleasant companions indeed. Mr. Boss is a son of 

 General Boss, the well-known angler of Willimantic. 



Hackle. 



PARASITES OF BLACK BASS. 



Woodstock, Ohio, Aug. 7th.— Editor Forest and 

 Stream:— Having been entertained at fishing for black 

 bass around here for the past few weeks, I write, asking 

 you to publish an answer to this note, which will be of 

 considerable consequence to your readers in this neighbor- 

 hood, and may be worthy of notice to many others. 



I will speak only of my last morning's fish— last Thurs- 

 day—upon one of our noted bass streams, the Big Darby. 



Arriving upon its banks at daybreak, accompanied by 

 my wife, we soon had four fine chubs in the water under- 

 neath the foliage of some beautiful sycamores. 



Our floaters did not go out of sight in the deep water 

 soon enough to satisfy me, so I moved with two of the 

 rods and part of our minnows down the stream a couple 

 hundred yards, leaving my wife at the first location. 

 After an hour spent below at throwing the minnows here 

 and there, I only succeeded in getting one bite, which 

 was of a small black bass, 12in. in length. 



Then upon returning around the bend of the creek to 

 see how she was getting along, I was startled to see her 

 tugging at her eighth black basp. which she landed in 

 good style, it being the largest of the eight, weighing 3± 

 lbs. Her hat was off and she was very much excited 

 over her fine success, stating that she had lost several 

 fine bites, trying to attend to two rods at once. 



I will never forget her expressive laugh as she saw me 

 and my equipment coming up the bank, with only that 

 one little bass on a willow stringer. This was extra fine 

 luck and a credit to a young lady, as the stream bass are 

 very gamy here now, and exceedingly hard to manage 

 and land safely where they run from ti to 3^1b8. This 

 was all we caught that morning and I was feeling some- 

 what badly defeated, 



Well, what I was going to ask you about ia this: 



After arriving home and having shown her fine string 

 to all the fishermen, we skinned the lovely fellows instead 

 of scaling them, as I have for the past five years been 

 afraid to eat fish caught around here until they were 

 skinned and carefully examined for ivorms, which seem 

 to be located under the skin near the base of the tail, and 

 up along the back, having the appearance of a yellow 

 radish seed, easily seen down in the flesh. When cut 

 out and opened, they are nearly Jin. in length and 

 shaped like a leech and are alive. Whenever I have 

 found a fish affected with these, I have never had any 

 anxiety to eat him. Now, five of these last morning's 

 catch I threw away on this account. This was a great 

 disappointment to my wife as well as myself, as we are 

 both very fond of eating black bass, and it seemed a ter- 

 rible waste to catch the beautiful fish and then throw 

 them away. 



I would like very much for you to give some account of 

 this worm and if you think it safe to eat the fish this 

 warm weather or at any time when so affected. They 

 are found to be the same in our spring water inland lakes 

 here and more especially at our most prominent fishing 

 resort, the Lewistown Reservoir. Scott Cushman. 



[Professor Edwin Linton, to whom a description of the 

 above parasites was referred, writes: "lam inclined to 

 think that they must be a larval Dibothrium (Bothrio- 

 oephalus). Dr. Leidy published brief notices of parasites 

 in the black bass in the Proceedings of the Phila. Acad- 

 emy, 1882, page 69; 1887, page 20; 1890, page 41;!. and 

 possibly in other places; but none that I have apply to the 

 case in hand."] 



THE ANGLER IN CAPE BRETON. 



In Cape Breton the fly-fisherman will find almost a vir- 

 gin field. To begin with, there are the Great and Little 

 Bras d'Or lakes, as they are called, but really estuaries of 

 the sea, entering the island on the north and extending 

 through its heart to within half a mile of the Strait of 

 Canso on the south, a distance of 110 miles, and covering 

 an area of 450 square miles. To say nothing of the sea 

 trout and salmon to be taken in this great landlocked 

 basin, the hundreds of streams that flow into it abound in 

 splecked trout always eager to rise to the sportsman's fly. 



There is also excellent salmon fishing, I am told, in the 

 harbor of Sydney, the metropolis of Cape Breton, on the 

 north coast. 



I have no personal knowledge of any of these waters, 

 but simply repeat what was told me. The Mira, the 

 great tidal river of the east coast, which has been called 

 the Hudson of Cape Breton, I visited personally. I also 

 tried the deep-sea fishing and whipped the streams in the 

 vicinity of Louisbourg, the once famous French fortress 

 of Cape Breton, and can insure the angler plenty of sport 

 in this district, provided he can secure a capable man 

 and honest guide, and is not afraid of swarms of black 

 flies and mosquitoes. 



There are numerous coves and harbors indenting the 

 rock-bound coast in the vicinity of Louisbourg, and at 

 the head of each a trout stream enters, that has come 

 babbling down from its birthplace in some forest-hung 

 lake a few miles in the interior. In nearly all one may 

 find abundance of brook trout, and in spring salmon and 

 Bea trout. My first essay was at a small stream about two 

 miles from Louisbourg, in a deep pool just below where 

 the brook issued from Grand Lake. A Maine fisherman 

 in the village told me of the place and advised me to try 

 it, remarking that he had often whipped it and usually 

 with success. I landed but one trout. In the first place 

 some one had preceded me and decimated the pool. Then 

 the day was bright and warm. Lastly, the black flies 

 and moBquitoes assailed me in such wise that after a few 

 moments I was forced to beat a retreat. 



My next attempt was with a clergyman of the village, 

 a keen sportsman, but so modest that I will not incur his 

 displeasure by printing his name. We drove three miles 

 over a road so rough and rocky that anything but a Cape 

 Breton horse would have rebelled, outspanned and tied 

 the beast in the wood, then made our way half a mile 

 through the forest to a stream flowing lazily with only 

 one rapid in sight. Below it expanded into a large lake, 

 and above there was a reach of perfectly Btill water ex- 

 tending for miles — in fact my friend said he did not 

 know how far above the pool continued. In this still 

 water we took thirty-five trout in two hours, although 

 the day was most unpropitioua, being hot and cloudless. 



"I can take my rod immediately after a storm," said my 

 friend, "go to a place I know of, and fill my basket in a 

 few hours with trout ranging from 2 to libs, each in 

 weight." He referred to the Mira River and its tribu- 

 taries. 



The Mira is a tidal river intersecting the eastern shore 



