Oct. 19, 1895.J 



FOREST AND STREAM. 



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Paul Smith's. My wife has been my companion seven 

 seasons, and in that time has killed Beven deer, six of 

 them bucks, and two of them in particular being very 

 fine specimens. The last three were bucks and were 

 killed, one in 1893, one in 1894 and one in 1895, at pre- 

 cisely the same place, on a land runway, in the woods. 

 In each instance, except the last, Mrs. Jones was 

 entirely alone. This year, however, our oldest son, 10 

 years old, was with her. In this particular place the race 

 is usually a short one. The deer were jumped up fresh 

 from their feeding ground and went to Mrs. Jones on the 

 full jump, with a pair of very fast hounds behind them, 

 and in each instance Mrs. Jones succeeded in killing the 

 game. She uses a .32 Winchester rifle, and would be con- 

 sidered not only a very good shot, but a very cool one. 

 It is the simplest thing in the world to miss a buck when 

 he is on the full jump on a land runway. The aim must 

 certainly be very quick and accurate, and the best and 

 coolest hunters frequently miss Ihern. Mrs. Jones has 

 killed three in succession under practically the same diffi- 

 cult circumstances, and we who were in camp and know 

 the facts consider that, from a sportsman's standpoint, her 

 achievement has been unequaled by any other lady in 

 this section of the country during the past few years; at 

 least if it has, the facts have not come to our notice. 



At the first of the three deer above mentioned Mrs. 

 Jones fired two shots, both taking effect in the fore 

 Bhoulder. At the second, a very large buck, she fired 

 three shots: the first shot was a clean miss; the second 

 straight through the chest, touching the heart; the third, 

 as it proved an unnecessary shot, was fired at the butt of 

 the ear while the buck was struggling to regain his feet 

 after his first fall. At the third buck she fired two shots. 

 Her first chance shot was a fairly good one. As the buck 

 passed a small opening she fired, and, as it proved, shot 

 him plumb through the side, a little above and a trifle 

 back of the heart. He continued to run so strong that 

 she fired a second and unnecessary shot, which proved a 

 miss, as the buck fell after running about 1 00yds. 



Westley Jones. 



ONTARIO GAME AND FISH. 



Belleville, Oct. 5.— Here as elsewhere ducks have 

 been very scarce. If there were 200 killed on the opening 

 day, Sept. 1, within a radius of thirty miles of this city, 

 there certainly were not more. And yet the law is fairly 

 well observed in this district — almost as well as the game 

 law in the north of England. The trouble is that there 

 are too many shooters. The fall ducks have begun to 

 arrive, but the weather has been too fine for sport among 

 them. 



Two residents of Rochester, N. Y., who were hunting 

 in Petefboro county without having gone through the 

 formality of taking out a license, were brought before 

 Game Warden Smith, who imposed a penalty of $25 on 

 each of them. 



An impression got abroad that persons who owned 

 pondB or creeks and had stocked them with trout might 

 take such fish out any time. I had the matter referred 

 to the Fishery Department at Ottawa, and the result was 

 a complete upset of that contention. 



Bass fishing has been very good, and several keen 

 sportsmen from your side of the line have enjoyed it. 

 Now that we have in our Hotel Quinte a hostelry second 

 to none anywhere, and greatly improved accommodation 

 at Massassaga Park, there will no doubt be a large influx 

 of visitors next season. As an additional attraction, there 

 are a number of trout ponds — mostly private, but fishable 

 for a very moderate consideration — within an easy drive 

 of the city, and there is splendid fly-fishing for bass 

 in the Trent River, fifteen miles away. 



A considerable number of maskinonge have been caught 

 this season at their usual haunt in Mosquito Bay. Yester- 

 day, in fact, a 13i-pounder was caught within a mile of 

 the city. At Stoco Lake, some twenty-five miles hence, 

 some fine ones were taken, the largest, which was se- 

 cured by a lady, weighing 37llbs. At Hay Bay, which 

 Piseco visited some years since, all records have been sur- 

 passed. Over 400 maskinonge have been caught there 

 this year, and the season ought to be at its best just 

 now. 



Should any of your readers want specimens of the black 

 squirrel, I have no doubt that Mr. James Munro, of this 

 city, can furnish a few. R. S. B. 



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THE LAKE WENTWORTH BASS. 



Editor Forest and Stream: 



Thinking that my brother anglers would be interested 

 in a few lines told of a day's bass fishing in Lake Went- 

 worth, I have presumed on your kindness to the extent of 

 writing them. 



Seth C. Bassett and Enoch H. Howes, enthusiastic 

 anglers of this city, first called my attention to the fact 

 that good fishing was to be bad there, they with two 

 others having taken seventy-six in a day's fishing a couple 

 of months ago, and I made up my mind to try it, still- 

 fishing at that (don't tell Dr. Henshall), as late as Oct. 1, 

 being unable to go before that time. 



I left home with my wife (which serves me right, for 

 now I'm "in it" to the extent of buying another rod and 

 automatic on account of that same) Oct. 3, 1895, at 

 9:30 A. M., and at 1 P. M. arrived in Wolfeborough, N. H. 

 This beautiful village is at the end of a branch of the 

 Northern Division of the Boston & Maine Railroad, four 

 hours from Boston and two hours from North Conway, 

 and has been a favorite summer resort for over forty 

 years, affording accommodations for over a thousand 

 guests. The view is one of great beauty, and includes the 

 narrow Wolfeborough Bay, beyond whose shining levels 

 the peaks of the Belknap range rise with grand effect, 

 like Vesuvius from the Bay of Naples; the vast blue line 

 of the Ossipee range closes in on the east, and to the 

 northward, beyond the Red Hill's long range, the impos- 

 ing crests of the Sandwich Mountains cleave the sky. 

 The facilities for boating, riding and fishing are of the 

 best. 



A mile or so back from the village is charming Lake 

 Wentworth, five and one-half miles long, two to four 

 miles in width, and endowed with several islands (the 

 largest of which is Stamp Act Island, near the center of 

 the lake, containing about 160 acres) and an abundant 



store of fish, including landlocked salmon and black 

 bass {Microptems dolomei). On its eastern shore stood 

 Wentworth House, the great feudal mansion of John 

 Wentworth, the last royal governor of New Hampshire, 

 who fled from this fair domain to the British fleet at 

 Portsmouth, bearing Lady Wentworth with him. The 

 house was attacked by patriots in 1775, and burned to the 

 ground in 1820. Six miles distant is Copple Crown, whose 

 summit commands a bird's eye view of Lake Winnepe- 

 saukee and its mountain walls, with Chocorua, Mount 

 Washington, Kearearge, Isles of Shoals, Wachusett and 

 Monadnock. 



The human interest of this region is hardly less than 

 that which lends such fascination to similar localities in 

 the Old World, and among the many natural beauties of 

 this "Switzerland of America" its lakes and rivers com- 

 mand a noble and lasting place. From the placid loveli- 

 ness of the lowland ponds, environed by grassy hills and 

 rich farmlands, to the wild picturesqueness of the lakes of 

 the far North, where the wild cry of the loon is heard by 

 night and the deer and moose come down to drink, there 

 is nearly every variety of water scenery and of attractions 

 for the lover of nature and of the sportsman. Lowell, 

 Thoreau, Everett, Bartol, Starr King, Winthrop and 

 other foremost leaders of American thought and action 

 have here found abundant themes for study and inspira- 

 tion. 



But to return to my fish story. On our arrival at the 

 village we sought the hospitable roof of Mr. W. D. Her- 

 sey, to whom we had been referred by Mr. Bassett, and 

 found there a warm welcome when we made known that 

 we were anglers. We had written Mrs. Hersey a few 

 days before of our intended trip, but the letter had been 

 mis-sent, which, however, made no difference to the 

 good old lady, who did everything to make our visit 

 pleasant. We at once made inquiry for a guide, and 

 were f oftunate in finding as good a one as man need 

 have — one silent and willing, two of the most important 

 requisites in a guide, to my mind. Such an one we found 

 in Phil Marden. He has a good fleet of boats, plenty of 

 nice tackle (if a man happens along destitute), a good 

 boat house, a bait tank well stocked, and Phil knows the 

 fishing grounds as a father knows his children, having 

 been on the lake thirteen seasons. (N. B. — His address is 

 Wolfeborough Falls, N. H.) 



At 4 o'clock we started for the fishing grounds near the 

 center of the lake, just south of Stamp Act Island, near 

 which Walter H. Goss, our popular jeweler, has a beau- 

 tiful cottage, erected on an island of about an acre in area. 

 I was equipped with an 8oz. lancewood. Bass will leap 

 (Dr. Ellzey to the contrary notwithstanding), and of all 

 the fish that I gathered in on that trip not less than three- 

 fourths of them did leap, some of them more than once, 

 and from 1ft to 3ft. from the water, as many, of my 

 brother anglers will readily believe. It was my wife's 

 first trip after bass, and she would like to tell Dr. Ellzey 

 of the many beautiful sights that gladdened her eyes on 

 that delightful outing. 



Soon after dropping anchor Phil had a minnow on my 

 No. 2. A minute later I had a strike, the game heading 

 for a great rock that showed near the surface of the 

 water a short distance from our anchorage. It looked as 

 though he had gone under it for a couple of minutes, and 

 Phil remarked, "I guess he's under it all right." But he 

 wasn't, and failing in doing so darted for the anchor 

 rope, bass like; but after a few minutes' careful handling 

 I swung him round to the side of the boat and Phil 

 passed the net under him, declaring him "game." He 

 weighed a pennyweight under 21bs., and had leaped from 

 the water twice, once on each side of the boat. That was 

 but the beginning of the sport. We stayed on the ground 

 a little over an hour, but the story need not be told — the 

 runs, the jealous care my automatic took of the slack 

 line given by the fish, the leaps and sulks, and all the de- 

 vices with which bass are conversant. Phil had said 

 before going out that the bass -fishing season was over — 

 that we should get a few probably — but when we left 

 after an hour's fishing we carried home seven black bass, 

 several weighing nearly 31bs. Our outing made us relish 

 the delicious meal spread before us by Mother Hersey, and 

 no one knows better than she how it should be done. 



In the evening Mr. Hersey and I visited an arm of the 

 lake where boys were shooting muskrats by moonlight, 

 after which we walked down the shore of the bay, which 

 in the beautiful light of the autumn moon shone like a 

 silver sea. 



Next morning — after a delightful rest — we were on the 

 lake shortly after sunrise, and the same old story, dear to 

 the heart of every lover of the "gentle art," was repeated, 

 and when we left the lake at 11 o'clock I had a string of 

 fourteen bass, comparing well in size with the catch of 

 yesterday, and Phil remarked that it was a catch of 

 which I might well be proud. 



At 4 o'clock we bade good-by to our friends at Wolfe- 

 borough, after one of the most delightful outings we have 

 ever taken. It was one of the most beautiful days of 

 early autumn, and the balmy air, the glorious sunset 

 behind the grand old peaks of the Mountain State, left an 

 impression upon me that I shall never forget, and re- 

 turned me to desk and pen a rested and a better man. 

 "To him who In the love of nature holds 

 Communion with her visible forms, she speaks 

 A various language; for his gayer hours 

 She has a voice of gladness, and a smile 

 And eloquence of beauty, and she glides 

 Into his darker musings with a mild 

 And healing sympathy, that steals away 

 Their sharpness ere be is aware," 



My wife and I have enjoyed many outings together, 

 but the remembrance of none are more precious or last- 

 ing than that of our outing of two days at Lake Went- 

 worth, here pictured by the novice hand of 



Campekout. 



Haverhill, Mass. 



Susquehanna Notes. 



Marietta, Pa., Oct. 7.— Fishing is excellent in the Sus- 

 quehanna, although the water is lower than known for 

 many years. At this point good catches of black bass 

 and salmon (pike perch) have been made during the past 

 week. Local fishermen say bass have never bit more 

 readily than at present and the fall fishing promises to be 

 extraordinary. 



I have the following records of catches for the week 

 just ended; Messrs. Henry S. Rich and Harry Knipe, 

 4 salmon and 3 bass. Messrs. Samuel and John Engle, 



4 salmon 3|lbs. each and one bass of 4|lbs. Joseph 

 Roberts on the 4th took 44 bass, running small in size. 

 To-day, Oct. 7, Jacob Munima took 33 bass, 2 salmon and 

 2 sunfish. The bass run 2-Jlbs. downward. 



Numerous other catches have been made and we are 

 having what, for this place at least, might be termed a 

 piscatorial feast. Stehman. 



POTOMAC FISHING. 



Black bass angling in the vicinity of Washington is 

 rounding up in great shape this season. The river is very 

 low, clear as crystal for some time, and the fish readily 

 take the hook, leaving nothing to desire but a few days off 

 and a good supply of bait. For the latter a good many 

 young carp are in use, but about the best minnow now is 

 the silver-sided fresh-water smelt of the Potomac, a tooth- 

 less jawed fish of good bass-bait size, very common in the 

 river in the vicinity of the long bridge. Some difficulty 

 is experienced in transporting this minnow up stream to 

 the fishing grounds, but those successfully carrying them 

 along are well repaid for the trouble, as the bass are espe- 

 cially fond of them. 



A number of the Washington Anglers' Club members 

 have made regular outings for bass, among whom may 

 be mentioned Messrs. Coburn, Fearson, Otterback, Benz- 

 ler, Einstein, all of them meeting with good success dur- 

 ing the past month. Of course, as Benzler says, fishing 

 here is not easy, in fact to be successful requires hard 

 work. 



Up the river further, Seneca, Point of Rocks way, and 

 on up to the celebrated Woodmont waters, many bass 

 have made their last struggle for freedom during the past 

 few weeks. Messrs. Curtis and Laird have had their days 

 of fine sport, landing on several occasions good baskets of 

 fish. Mr. M. A. Tappan is now up river with some friends, 

 and on his return we expect to hear glowing accounts of 

 good hunting and fishing. 



Salt-water fishing in the lower Potomac and in Chesa- 

 peake Bay has been indulged in by hundreds of Washing- 

 ton anglers. Messrs. Newman and Wetzel report fishing 

 so good that they literally "filled the boat." 



Fortress Monroe or Old Point Comfort, with its good 

 hotels and fine salt-water fishing, is a Mecca for not only 

 many Washingtonians, but for many tourists from far 

 and wide. Among the good fishes here are the bluefish, 

 salt-water trout or weakfish, tautog, known as blackfish, 

 sheepshead (the writer has seen some very fine specimens 

 of sheepshead brought in from a few miles distant from 

 the wharf), and several choice kinds of the smaller pan 

 fishes. Bart . 



Black Bass in the Bay of Quinte. 



Poughkeepsie, N. Y. — Editor Forest and Stream: I 

 have just received from a brother angler, George H. 

 Christy, Esq., of Pittsburg, Pa., with whom I have spent 

 many pleasant days in the past on the Bay of Quinte, but 

 whom I was prevented from joining on his trip this year, 

 the following score card of black bass taken on Oct. 9, 

 1895, which will show you that my statements in regard 

 to the wealth of these waters during the months of Septem- 

 ber and October have not been exaggerated. 



Date, Oct. 9, 1895. Waters, Biker's Island Flats. 

 Weather, cold and clear. Wind, northwest— moderate. 

 Largest fish, 4ilbs. Total number: A. M. 17, P. M. 16. 

 Total weight, 7<Jlbs. Oarsman, Edward Denny, of Clay- 

 ton, N. Y. Bait, sour mash shiners. 



Maxim: De minimis Angler non curat. 



J. S. Van Cleef. 



A Big Bass in the Sound. '> 



One_ day early this week Messrs. Sidney N. Mayer and 

 S. Julien Held, of New York, had an extraordinary piece 

 of fishing luck while trolling, in the water off Rye, N. Y. 

 The fish struck heavily the bloodworms and bait with 

 which they were trolling, about 15ft. from shore, and after 

 a fierce half -hour fight, during which he pulled out about 

 500ft. of line, he was landed about a quarter of a mile from 

 where he was first struck. Though thoroughly exhausted, 

 he was too large for the landing net and required the as- 

 sistance of the boatman to lift him from the water. It 

 proved tobeastriped bass weighing 311bs., in length 44in., 

 and in girth 23in. Mr. Mayer was the fortunate fisher- 

 man, while Mr. Held looked on. Mr. Mayer will have 

 the fish mounted as a trophy of good luck and rare skill, 



Do You Fish? 



If so, you may be glad to know that the streams along the line o 

 the Lehigh Valley Railroad have been restocked with many varieties 

 of fish, and it will pay you to visit them if you want good sport. Ad 

 dress Chas. S. Lee, General Passenger Agent, Philadelphia, for fu 1 

 information.— Adv. 



'ante mid Ms1\ ^jrotecfwiu 



A New Hampshire Shipper Fined. 



Nashua, N. H., Oct. 7.— Editor For cut and Stream: Com 

 rnissioner Wentworth, of this State, made quite a haul yes- 

 terday, convicting James Shea, a butcher of Wilton, N. H. 

 of shipping twenty-five partridges out of the Sta e in direct 

 violation of the law. Shea was fined $250 and costs; total, 

 $266.66— quite an expensive operation for Shea. There was no 

 reasonable doubt that nearly all the birds in his possession 

 were snared birds; but that is a more difficult matter to 

 prove, and he was only fined for shipping from the State. 



This prosecution will prove a great blow to one of the 

 worst nests of snarers, illegal shooters and shippers that san 

 be found in New England, and reflects great credit on Com- 

 missioner Wentworth. 



Some slight idea of the great drain from this source can be 

 gained from the fact that this sort of business has been done 

 sub rosa for years along the line of the Wilton Railroad, 

 the number of birds running up into the thousands each 

 year; but owing to personal considerations it is nearly im- 

 possible to secure evidence enough to cause conviction. " 



A warrant was issued yesterday for a Frank Stearns, of 

 Lyndeboro, who, it is alleged, furnished Shea with most of 

 the snared birds. Stearns escaped by diving under a horse 

 he was unharnessing just as the officer arrested bim. The 

 warrant will be kepc though, and he will be promptly 

 arrested if he returns to this part of the country. A war- 

 rant was issued to-day for an illegal shipper at Russell's 

 Station, on same line of railroad, and the offender will prob- 

 ably appear in court to-morrow on two distinct complaints. 



These are not all the shippers by any means with which we 

 are afflicted, but they are two of the principals, and their 



