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FOREST AND STREAM. 



[June 28, 1888. 



scarcely compel myself to follow what it said was the 

 way home. 



Did you ever get lost in the woods when you were very 

 anxious to reach camp before dark when you did not 

 know exactly where you did want to go to reach it ? If 

 you did not you ought to try it some time, as it is an ex- 

 perience that you will get in no other way. If you have 

 not the steadiest nerve and the coolest brain "you will 

 soon lose confidence in the compass, and if you do you 

 are lost indeed. The inevitable tendency of one who is 

 lost is to travel in a larger or smaller circle, and the only 

 way to safety is to trust your compass against reason and 

 appearances" One becomes the most thoroughly bewil- 

 dered by following the trail of a deer. It is then that his 

 attention is all given to the trail and to keeping a good 

 outlook for the game. In this way horns will pass with- 

 out his noting the time, or the direction in which he is 

 going, and when he awakens to the fact that it is almost 

 night, whether he has sighted the game or not, the first 

 thought is as to where he is, and how he is to get to camp. 

 At the time of which I speak, in that country, one might 

 travel for fifty miles in any direction, except westward, 

 before he would find a house or a camp to shelter him. 



I started out from camp one morning to get meat. My 

 efforts in this direction for some time had resulted in 

 more consumption of that article than in supplying the 

 camp larder with it, and it was about time that a change 

 should come in the hunter's luck. There was a good 

 tracking snow on the ground, and the day was all that 

 could be desired. I hunted until noon without striking a 

 fresh track. I sat down and ate the lunch, took a drink 

 of water, and started again. I had not gone far when I 

 saw a yellow streak going through the bushes. There 

 was no time to make any calculations as to where I wanted 

 to strike that streak. The thing to do was to stop it if 

 possible. So holding on it as well as I could I let the lead 

 after it. It did not stop, but when I got to where it had 

 been, there was blood enough to give some hope that it 

 might yet be stopped. I soon found that it was not badly 

 wounded by the way it traveled: and yet the wound was 

 bad enough to make it tired. I followed carefully for an 

 hour, gaining all the time, and yet not getting a sight of 

 it. I was going up a hill where I had the wind on him, 

 and he had the advantage of the sun on me, when I fol- 

 lowed the tracks between a tree and the roots of another 

 which had been blown down. I had seen no change in 

 his gait, nor a pause in his march; but just as I turned 

 around the root of the fallen tree I caught a glimpse of 

 two balls of fire followed by that yellow streak coming at 

 me like a demon. I was taken entirely by surprise, and 

 turned to get out of his way, I had just passed the stand- 

 ing tree when my foot slipped on its roots, and I found 

 myself sprawling on my back. I did not know what 

 would come next, as the buck had rushed around the up- 

 turned root after me, and if he should see me on the 

 ground it would be the hunter hunted. I lay still and 

 peered around the tree, and there stood the buck with his 

 hah all turned the wrong way, and his eyes blazing, look- 

 ing up the tree as if he thought I had climbed it. Care- 

 fully lifting my rifle, to which I had clung when I fell, I 

 sent a bullet into his throat, and he sank down in his 

 tracks. When I got on to my feet, the fall and the strain 

 of the imminent danger had so unnerved me that it was 

 some time before I could reach him. When 1 did he was 

 dead, and I sat down on his body and thought how near 

 that hunter came to ending his' days at the root of that 

 tree, and under the hoofs of that buck. To this day I can 

 see that savage beast as I saw him when he rushed at me 

 from behind that fallen tree, and I have always been 

 careful when following a wounded deer to give them no 

 chance to turn the tables on me as he did. Homerus. 



Cleveland, O. 



Quail on Long Island.— The Cedars, Oakdale, June 

 35.— Several broods of young quail have been hatched 

 out. I never saw so many quail; the prospect for big 

 shooting for a coming season was never brighter. — 

 Alfred A. Fraser. 



YELLOWSTONE PARK PETITION. 



CONNECTICUT. 



A. W. Chapman, F. R. Ford, Wilbur M. Bradley, Wm. Beenian, 

 Wm. H. Morrison, W. H. Roweil, F. H. Grant, C. F. Allen, Geo. 

 P. Crane. C. M. Haney, H. S. Marsh, F. F. Hitchcock, G. H. Mal- 

 ic-It, F. M. Minor, Edward Bradley, Thos. L. Shea, Geo. H. Crane, 

 O. M. Parker, George R. Ford, Wm. G. Hunter, D. E. Merchant, 

 Geo. S. Guild, John Tulford, Wm. Man-win, Chas. B. Pierce, Ed. 



C. Leach, W. H. Flandrau, A. E. Stung, O. A. Caldwell, Geo. M. 

 Skeliy, W. M. Vose, Geo. S. Stone. S. C. Tomlinson, Wallace 

 Procter, G. N. Procter, D. B. Russell, C. A. Curtiss, H. S. Hitch- 

 cock, G. H. Wheeler, L. A. Pack, H. E. Minor, H. Fowler, Geo. F. 

 Bradley, Wilson Whittlesey, Chas. S. Roberts, John McMurtry. 

 H. Booth, A. D. Warner, L. Y. Ketcham, F. B. Judson, A. F. Hull, 

 David S. Bull. A. F. Barrett, .lohn B. Hollister, F. M. Hollistcr, 

 L. P. Eastman, W. G. Ward, C. A. isham, Geo. I. Barnes, II. S. 

 Tomlinson, Marcus Belts, C. P. Heiuze, W. S. Curtis, B. Murphy, 

 Bruce G. Blackmar, Geo. W. Wallace, Geo. P. Allen, J. A. Free- 

 man, S. M. Keeler, John J. Holmes. Geo. W. Bates, Dwight L. 

 Wheeler, Geo. F. Hayes, Ered. A. Gilbert, H. L. Hitchcock, C. E. 

 Strong, Jas. G. Terrill, H. 8. Stewart, G. E. Roswell, Seth F. 

 Minor, Wm. G. Tuttle, L. E. Curtis, A. A. Root, S. T. Crane, Jas. 

 Huntington. 



ILLINOIS. 



G, N. Burleigh, Greg. R. Smith, John Fox, C. R. Hutchison, 

 Joseph Miller, Albert M. Tack, A. W. Lowe. J. H. Richards, W. 

 B. Skeliy, J. D. Perrings, S. H. Bowman, Joseph M. Page, Robert 

 Whitehead, H. L. Stoeckel, H. W. Pogtic, J. K. Cad walader, M, 

 A. Warren, Phil Wedding, Wm. Hall, P. D. Cheney, L. S. Han- 

 sell, Fred Chappell, George Dougherty, George Beatty, M. E. Bag- 

 ley. 



WISCONSIN. 



C. D. Robinson, Robert Barclay, C. D. Suydam, J. F. Dockry, 

 Geo. C. Sager, Frank Tilton, Patrick Ryan, Frank Leuz, John H. 

 Case, John E. Hackett, Joseph Loukoitta, W. G. Jourdain, Erastus 

 Root, F. E. Tutshon, H. W. Fisk, Louis C. Mohr, Gus Leglise, G. 

 W. Fisk, J. F. Bertles, J. C. Perry, W. P. Wagner, Frank S. Wilier, 

 August Andree, B. F. Tilton, O.J. B. Brice, B. M. Berendsen, M. 

 Bennett, C. E. Shultz, Robert uoppe, D. Harrem. F. E. Joannis, 



D. Bradley, W. H. Waggoner. T. Hurlbut, H. J. Huutington, A. P. 

 Boland, John Richardson, J. H. McCunn, Thomas Butler, Werden 

 Reynolds, W. A. Greene, Albert Hoppe, Jr., H. White, O. L. 

 Harder, P. F. Thrall, Gerhard Bong, Louis Bender, Jr., J. D. Em- 

 eigh, A. Brauns, Arthur C. Neville, Fred Kenmitz, E. Decker, M. 

 J. McCormick, D. R. Burrowes, P. A. Douglas, W. J. Casey, John 

 Nick, H. Hagemeister, Howard C. Gardiner, Chas. Decremer, H. 

 Danz, C. Leuz, J. Busch, D. W. Flatley, Alois Barth, Warren ,1. 

 Lauder, Geo. F. Steele, Horace J. Carley, J. XL Leonard, S. A. Bell, 

 Lewis Knuth, W. D. Cooke, H. McDonald, W. A. O'Leary, J. M. 

 Long, John J. Juenger, James S. Baker, James JDoolittle, F. E. 

 Mann, Carl Herrmann, J. H. Flatley, Geo. Hoftman, J. M. Frans- 

 seus, Noe Bolange, Manfred Jacobs, Geo. Franz. 



REMOVAL. 



The offices of Forest and Stream are now at No. 318 Broadway. 



Angling Talks. By George Dawson. Price 50 cents. Fly- 

 Rods and Fly-Tackle. By H. P. Wells. Price $2.50. Fly- 

 Fisliing and Fly-Making for Trout. By J. H. Keene. 

 Price $1.50. American Angler's Book. By Thad. Norris. 

 Pice $5.50. 



A TRIP TO SUNAPEE. 



C^HARLESTOWN, N. H., June 4.— Among the many 

 > valuable, but often neglected or misunderstood 

 lessons of the New Testament, is the one, "put not new 

 wine in old bottles," and the practical application of it 

 in my own case will be found before this letter is 

 finished. 



I received last week a letter from my friend the Doc- 

 tor, saying that he would be at his cottage at Sunapee 

 until the 31st, and asking me to come up and spend a 

 day or two with him; so on Monday noon, I took the 

 mail train to Olaremont Junction, where I changed to a 

 fast freight with passenger car attached, and after two 

 or three hours spent at way stations, reached Netvbury, 

 at the foot of the lake, at 4 P. M. in a steady rain. In 

 half an horn- a wagon was got ready, and with the aid of 

 my rubber coat and the "father of all umbrellas," belong- 

 ing to my driver, I reached the Doctor's cottage at 6, to 

 find Mm and my old colleague, commonly called Bine 

 by his intimates, with the present Fish Commissioner, 

 busy preparing a sufficiency of ham and eggs for supper. 

 The day had been cold and wet, and the fish had refused 

 to bite, and we had to fall back on the staple resources of 

 the poultry yard and the pen for our provender. The 

 welcome was warm, if the evening was cold, and after 

 supper we sat around the kitchen stove, and smoked and 

 discussed the great trout question until bedtime- 

 Tuesday morning was dark and foggy, but still, and 

 thinking from the density of the fog that it was likely to 

 "burn off" with the sun, we put on our rubber coats, 

 after breakfast, and the Doctor, Bine and myself started 

 up the trolling, the Doctor with a smelt on his hook, 

 Bine and myself with Skinner spoons. No success 

 awaited us, and after reaching a favorite ground we 

 came to anchor, took off the trolling rig, and put on 

 hooks baited with live smelts, and patiently awaited the 

 result. The fog disappeared, and the sun came out hot, 

 and we sat and blistered, and changed ground occasion- 

 ally nearly all day. The Commissioner, who had been to 

 the hatching house first, came up the lake and joined us. 

 but we were too early in the season, although the last 

 week in May was a very good one last year; and the day's 

 result was one trout, of the new variety, or S. sunapee, 

 caught by Bine soon after we anchored, weighing 3^1bs., 

 and one brook trout of lib., caught on one of the lines, 

 which was left out dragging, as we pulled home. 



Bine's fish was discussed for breakfast Wednesday 

 morning, and then we parted for the day, the Doctor go- 

 ing down the lake with his trolling rig, the Commissioner 

 and myself to inspect the hatching house and the thou- 

 sands of young landlocked salmon'which had just been 

 turned out into Pike's Brook, and Bine and a young 

 nephew of his, who is going to win fame as an artist and 

 whose admirable portrait of a rainbow trout adorns the 

 wall of the Doctors dining room, went up the lake -to the 

 fishing grounds. After a couple of hours the Commis- 

 sioner and I joined them to learn that the young artist 

 had drawn first blood, and with the proverbial luck of 

 new beginners had boated a superb 8. fontinalis of 

 4ilbs. 



Soon after our arrival on the spot he brought in a S. 

 sunapee of 3Jlbs, and that closed the record of that boat 

 for the day, with the exception that the artist also lost 

 one big fish, Avho tore away, and was supposed by his 

 maneuvers to be a landlocked salmon. 



After the Commissioner and I had shifted ground three 

 or four times, or rather resumed our first position, from 

 which we were drifted by a fresh breeze which kept the 

 boat dancing and the points of our rods describing all 

 sorts of ungeometrical figures in the air, our anchor stone 

 not being heavy enough to hold us, the rapid hu-r-r of a 

 spare reel in the bottom of the boat, a line attached to 

 which had been thrown over the side, made the Commis- 

 sioner drop his rod and jump to the rescue, and after a 

 few minutes careful play, by hand, he brought his prize 

 to the surface and I soon had him in the landing net and 

 then in the boat, where it turned out to be a 8. sunapee 

 of 3|lbs. Alter a long period of "pitch and toss," which 

 we relieved by changing our positions as best we could, 

 the reel in the bottom "went off" again, and in a few 

 minutes I had the pleasure of slipping the net under an- 

 other "new trout" of 3|lbs. 



By this time it was getting well along in the afternoon, 

 and I was discouraged, not having had a bite, for there is 

 no nibble to these fish; when all at once the tip of my rod 

 went under water as if it had been a divining rod of the 

 olden time, and I had but a chance to strike and fix the 

 hook when I found that I had something pretty heavy at 

 the end of my line. 



Now comes in the moral of my text. My line had been 

 dipping in the water all day, and with the rod was wet 

 as it could be, the "nozzle" of the tip was rather small, and 

 did not render freely, and the leader, once one of "Orvis- 

 best," had seen service before, and with an extra surge of 

 the fish parted at one of the knots, and aw~ay went my 

 expected victim with a double-snelled sproat hook and 

 two feet of leader ! 



Didn't I "kick myself" mentally? Didn't I think of 

 the good advice I load forgotton, when I put on an old 

 leader which looked good, wdien I had two new ones in 

 my book? I had cut the old loops which were frayed 

 from both ends, and knotted in new ones, and all seemed 

 fair and sound, but alas, was deceptive ! Silently and 

 sadly I made a new loop in the end of what was left, bent 

 on a new hook and made another trial. After another 

 half hour I saw a smelt rise suddenly to the top of the 

 water, close to the boat, and the next instant there was a 

 pull on my line which gave me no time to strike, before 

 the reel began to whir and the line to straighten out for 

 the center of the lake. All was clear this time, but it 

 was not fast, and after pulling out 30 or 40yds. of line, 

 the strain ceased, and the line came back empty. 



So ended the day's lesson. We had no more bites and 

 went to camp. In about an hour the Doctor returned 

 empty-handed, but having lost a new leader full of flies, 

 which he was trailing over the stern of the boat to limber 



it, by the sudden spring of a heavy trout which sprang 

 from under a rock, and snapped it instantly. It was not 

 a successful trip on the whole, and yet was thoroughly 

 enjoyed, and I hope will be repeated with better success 

 a month later. We were too early. 



Now for the "new trout." I must confess myself puz- 

 zled. They are not like anything I ever saw before, and 

 I cannot conceive the possibility of then- having existed 

 in the lake any length of time without having been 

 noticed. The two which I netted were females, clean- 

 shaped, small-headed, beautiful fish, without a spot or 

 marking save a delicate medial line, belly silvery, back 

 an olive brown, not so black as a salmon, but so like one 

 that I said "salmon!" as I netted them, until the Com- 

 missioner told me they were the much-discussed trout. 

 There was no aureolus about them, that is sure. The 

 Jlns were a delicate fawn color with white edge, without 

 the black line of the S. fontinalis. The male which 

 Bine caught Tuesday had the "ha wk's bill" on the under 

 jaw. and the wmole head much coarser than that of the 

 female. I hope to be able to say more about them by and 

 by, but now I can only swear to their beauty in the net, 

 and their excellence on the table. Von W. 



A TROUT FISHER'S PARADISE. 



AFTER wandering all over the country looking for 

 waters where good fishing could be enjoyed, and 

 yet not too far from .New York, I have discovered a spot 

 that covers every desire — a spot where trout of large size 

 can be taken with bait or fly, and such trout! On June 

 14, I took ten trout that weighed 261bs. , within one hour, 

 and brought them home where they received full justice 

 at the palate of a most appreciative family. It is my firm 

 belief that no other waters between the oceans offer such 

 splendid fishing, and the best of it is that they are but 

 thirty hours' ride from the metropolis. Good fishing at 

 the Rangeley Lakes is a thing of the past. I have dis- 

 covered this from experience. Continual opening and 

 closing of the great dams, suddenly changing dead 

 waters to a swift current, the "jigging" process, the vil- 

 lainous "gang" hook and marauding the spawning beds 

 have done then- deadly work, and those who visit the 

 once glorious Rangeley Lakes will be doomed to sure dis- 

 appointment. 



The stubborn facts have come to the surface — as the 

 fish seem to have done — and where for years we have en- 

 joyed the finest trout fishing extant, there is nothing left 

 but a sweet memory of a happy past. Even the once 

 charming scenery of the Rangeley Lakes has gone, for 

 the raising of the waters throughout the entire section 

 has entirely obliterated the lovely golden sandy shores, 

 and now decayed spruce trees and stumpy willows form 

 the only visible shoie lines. Occasionally, by following 

 the disappearing ice, a fair catch may be made, but it is 

 the accident of fair fortune, and I repeat, good fishing at 

 the Rangeley Lakes is played out. Since this fact has 

 become undeniable I have been on the qui vive for a 

 place where the angler's efforts would be rewarded, and 

 I have found it, and propose to take the readers of Forest 

 and Stream into my confidence and tell them honestly 

 where grand trouting can be had. What is written here 

 may be relied upon, and I am quite sure that any angler 

 who may visit these waters will be well rewarded. 



Leaving New York in the morning, the next morning 

 lands the tourist in the unique and historical city of Que- 

 bec, wherethe excellent St. Louis Hotel affords every 

 comfort, and the proprietor, Mr. Russell, being an enthu- 

 siastic angler and a member of the Quebec Fish Protec- 

 tive Association, will gladly give all desired information. 

 From this city— where a day can be delightfully spent— it 

 is just four hom - s' ride, via the New Quebec & Lake St. 

 John Railway, to Lake Edward. The cars land the angler 

 upon the shores of the lake, and he has but to step into a 

 boat, of which there are plenty within three rods of the 

 station, to find what is to-day the finest trout fishing any- 

 where within a reasonable distance of the metropolis. 

 An unassuming hotel is close by, and a good bed and 

 very fair plain board can be had at one dollar per day. 

 Lake Edward is about twenty miles long, with an aver- 

 age width of three- quarters of a mile, and it is full— lit- 

 erally — of fine trout. It is an every-day event to take 

 them weighing from 3 to 51bs. each, while the average 

 weight is better than lib. It is surrounded by the Lau- 

 rentian Mountains, dotted with numerous islands, many 

 beautiful bays, and its clean sand beaches and lovely 

 scenery make it one of the prettiest lakes I have ev ex- 

 seen. The fish wfil take the fly a little later, but all I 

 caught were taken with minnows, which can be had in 

 vast numbers close by shore in any of the bays. The 

 minnows keep near shore, knowing their danger, for 

 when pursued they quickly fly to the brush close by. 

 Hence, when one is dropped into the water at the end of 

 a line he is speedily taken by the trout. 



Lake Edward has been leased by the Quebec & Lake 

 St. John Raflway Company especially for the use of its 

 patrons, and will be carefully guarded against depreda- 

 tions. The causes which have ruined the sport at the 

 Rangeley Lakes will never be permitted here, and good 

 fishing at all times will be the result, for honest hook 

 and line will never be able to deplete or in the least 

 diminish the immense number of trout in this splendid 

 sheet of Avater. For camping parties it is an absolute para- 

 dise, for any of its hundred points afford fine grounds, 

 and supplies of any kiud at very reasonble prices can be 

 had at Quebec at one day's notice, while orders can be 

 sent by mail or wire. Ordinary supplies can be bought 

 at the Construction Company's store at the lake. The 

 crowning pleasure of fishing in these waters — and one 

 which every angler will fully appreciate — lies in the very 

 important fact that the fish need not be wasted. There 

 is a fine ice house at the station, built by Mr. Roth well, 

 the master mechanic of the road, and a most enthusiastic 

 angler and obliging gentleman. He will care for all 

 fish, and when the fisherman is bound for home his trout 

 are packed in moss and ice and are safely brought to 

 table and admiring friends. I left the lake after dinner 

 on Friday and my fish were at home in New York at 10 

 o'clock on Saturday night, as hard and sweet as could 

 be desired. Lake Edward undoubtedly affords the most 

 satisfactory sport available to New Yorkers, and I am 

 explicit in these lines in order that all good anglers may 

 have as fine sport as was enjoyed by myself. 



I will add that a transfer across Montreal is necessary, it 

 being about one mile from the station by which we enter 

 to the station of the Canadian Pacific R. R., from which 

 the trains depart for Quebec. At Quebec the trains for 



