July 25, 1889.1 



FOREST AND STREAM. 



7 



SHOOTING SEASONS IN MARYLAND. 



i^ounticx. 



Garrett 



Harford 



Howard, - . . , . < . . 



Montgomery 



Somerset 



Talbot . 



Washington. , . 



Wicomico 



Worcester - 



Kent...... 



Prince George 



^■Partridges. 



Anne Arundel Nov. 



Allegany Oct. 



Baltimore Oct. 



Caroline Nov. 



Carroll . ,Oct. 



Cecil i..Nov. 



Dorchester.... '..Oct, 



Frederick Oct. 



Oct. 

 ..Oct, 

 ..Oct, 

 .Nov 

 . .Nov 

 ..Oct. 

 . . Oct, 

 , .Nov. 

 , . Nov, 

 . .Nov. 

 ,,Nov. 



Queen Anne Nov. 



Charles ..Nov. 



1-Dec. 

 to- Jan 

 1-Dec. 

 1-Feb. 

 2ii- Dec. 

 l-.Tan. 

 20-Feb. 

 15- Jail, 

 to- Dec. 

 15-Dec. 

 24-Dec. 

 1-Dec. 

 , 1-Feb. 

 15-Dec. 

 20- Jan. 

 , 1-Jau. 

 1-Feb. 

 1-Dec. 

 1-Dec. 

 1-Dec. 

 1-Dec. 



24 



1 



36 



1 



34 



10 



1 



1 



1 



26.... 

 24.... 



15 



1 



31.... 



1 



1 



1 



34 



U, .... 



34 



24 



Woodcock. 



*Phca*i(ntx. 



Babbits. 



..Oct. 

 ..Sept 

 ..Sept 

 Aug 



..July 4-Feb. 1 



..June 15-Feb. 1 



. .June 15-Feb. 1 



..July 4-Feb. 1 



..Julyl-Jan.l I.. Oct. 



. ..Tuue 10-Jan. 1 Sept 



. .June 15-Feb. 1 Aug. 



..June 15-Feb. 1 ..Oct. 



..Sept. 1-Dec. 1 ..Sept. 



..June 10-Jan. 1 1.. Sept. 



. . June 15-Dec. 24. ... . .Aug. 



. .July 1-Jan. 1 . .Sept, 



. . June 1 5-Feb. 1 . . Aug. 



. . July 4- Jan. 1 ..Aug. 



. . Juue 15-Feb. 1 . . Aug. 



. . June 15-Feb. 1 — L . Aug. 



. . June 15-Feb. 1 . . Aug. 



, , Jul v 4-Feb. 1 Aug. 



. .July 4-Feb. 1 .Aug. 



. .July 4-Feb. 1 lug. 



. .June 15-Feb. 1 Aug. 



15-Jau. 1 ..Oct. 



. 1-Jau. 1 Oct. 



1-Jau. 1 Nov. 



15-.)an. 1 Nov. 



1-Dec. 34 Oct. 



. 5-Feb. 1 !..Nov. 



15-Jan. 1 ..Oct, 



15-Jan. 1 i . .Oct. 



1-Dec. 1 ..Oct. 



1-Feb. 1 Oct. 



15-Dec. 24 Oct, 



1-Jan. 1 ..Sept, 



15-Jau. 1 . .Oct, 



15-Jan. 1 Oct, 



12-Dec. 31 Oct. 



15-Jan. l Nov. 



15-Jau. 1 Nov. 



15-Jan. 1 Nov. 



15-Jan. 1 Nov. 



15-Jan. f. Oct. 



15-Jan. 1.. Oct. 



15-Jau. 15.... 



15-Jau. 1 



1-Dec. 30 



1-Jau. 1 



15-Dec. 34.... 



1-Jan. 10 



20- Jan. 15.... 



1-Feb. 1 



15-Jan. 15.... 



15-Dec, 26 



24- Dec. 34 



, 1-Feb. 1 



15-Jan. 15.... 

 15-Dec. 31.... 

 15-Jan. 15 — 



1-Feb. 15 



1-Jan. 15 



1-Dee. 34 



1-Dec. .34 



15-Jan. 15 



15-Jau. 15.... 



/ k ttse 



$ 0.50 

 Free 

 10.00 

 4.50 



!> 



Free 

 Free 

 Free 

 Free 

 Free 

 7.50 

 Free 

 Free 

 9.50 

 Free 

 Free. 

 Free 

 4.50 

 0.50 

 4.50 

 30.00 



Marvland partridges are elsewhere 1 

 Season, Frederick county, Nov, 15-Jan. 1 

 county) Sept. 10-Jan. 1, Summer ducks. _ 

 Jam 1, Ducks on Chesapeake Bay, Nov. 1-March 31. 



THE ARKANSAS GAME LAW. 



O ED ALIA, Mo., July 15.- Editor Forest and Stream: 

 \0 In a recent number of your paper 1 see an article 

 from Mr. J. M. Rose setting forth the provisions of the 

 Arkansas game law. Having had some experience with 

 Arkansas game, I feel interested, and am glad to know 

 that Mr. Rose is no less so. The law making the open 

 season for deer begin in August looks a little bad, but I 

 am sure It will not prove very detrimental, as the deer 

 will be too poor for the Little Rock market, and a poor 

 deer is abotit the meanest thing a person can eati and it 

 wili not take a great many to supply the few farmers 

 who will go out that hot weather to hunt them. But 

 hurrah for that part of the law which prevents them be- 

 ing sent out of the State to market; This is one step in 

 the right direction. I have seen a wagon load of deer 

 shipped from one little station at one time, and at other 

 times have seen the saddles and hides shipped and the 

 forequarters thrown away, as they could not be sold at 

 any price. I have seen quail trapped and netted and 

 brought to this station by the score; there their heads 

 were pinched and the birds shipped to Memphis by hun- 

 dreds. There are thousands of quail in Arkansas, and 

 tlie law should prevent their being netted. I don't think, 

 however, there is any danger of them being extermin- 

 ated; I am sure there is not if it is to be done with a. gun. 

 for thev rarely ever shoot a quail. I glory in the Arkan- 

 sas game law! If they would only include other game, 

 such as turkey, duck and quail, it would be much better: 

 but as it is they w T ill do to imitate, and the example 

 should be followed bv other States. Arkansas is the first 

 to start the ball on its correct course. I will say. to en- 

 courage Mr. Rose, that the Arkansas folks are the best 

 people J ev^r saw to respect the law. L. S. E. 



The Missouri Gri me Outlook.— Sedalia, Mo., July 

 15.— We have the finest prospect for game in this pai l of 

 the country known for years. I drove out about four 

 miles from town yesterday and "Bob White" greeted me 

 on every side. I have inquired from engineers running 

 out of here and they say they see old ones continually. 

 An engineer told me yesterday that some days he truly 

 believes he sees five thousand on a run of forty miles 

 between here and Warsaw. I am going to take a holiday 

 about Oct. 20 and visit my brother, who is living on the 

 farm in Calloway county'. I received a letter from him 

 a few days ago, a portion of which reads as follows: "I 

 have never seen so niany r quail in my life as there are 

 here now. I have seen several coveys of young birds, 

 and there is a world of old ones. Be sure to come: you 

 will have the finest sport you ever had in your life. Crops 

 are promising; everything that can be asked, and people 

 are prospering and feeling good.'* — L. S. E. 



The Worcester (Mass.) Sportsmen's Club held its 

 annual field day at Rutland last Tuesdaay. 



gen <it\d §ivcr «0Mn& 



A STORY OF TROUT LUCK. 



I SIT down to write a big trout story: a story in which 

 I am interested only to the extent that my wife, who 

 has been on many trouting trips with me, caught the next 

 largest trout, and a friend who, by the way, had never 

 before dipped a line in Maine waters, caught the largest. 

 I brought up in the rear with a six-pounder. It was a 

 very quiet little party that started from Boston, on the 

 morning of the 34th of May, for a few days fishing on 

 Richardson Lake. There were only three of us. Sick- 

 ness kept back the others, who were to make up the 

 party. Slowly we wended our way toward the lake by 

 way of And over, Maine, We had been told that the fish- 

 ing was dull. The news was good. Always tell us that 

 the fishing is poor, and we will bring out the big trout. 

 We reached Camp Stewart without special incident, ex- 

 cept that some of the hand baggage was one day behind, 

 and of course the fishing rods, though a small amount of 

 tackle happened to be at hand. We reached camp at 4 

 P. M. of Saturday. It did not take long to don the old 

 clothes that are always ready in that camp, and with an 

 improvised rod, ten handsome trout were ready to be 

 served for supper. Col. H. M. Fitch, the third member 

 of the party, considered this a rather remarkably feature 

 of the trip, though he has fished in the Rocky Mountains 

 and in many parts of the world, and he has now gone to 

 Sitka, Alaska, with his fish rod in his trunk. But for 

 those who know tnere are always trout to be had for the 

 table there: that is enough. The next day was Sunday 

 and the delayed fish rods did not arrive till night; hence 

 one member of that party was saved from breaking the 

 Sabbath — except with a cedar polo. 



On Monday the rods were in hand and fishing began 

 in earnest, that is when the weather permitted: the wind 

 blew the most of the time during the middle of each day, 

 and our fishing was put in at sunset and before 8 o'clock 

 in the morning, at which time the lake was compara- 

 tively mild. Our success was good each day. A plenty 

 of trout, all the way from £ to 31bs., but up to Wednes- 

 day morning no large ones had been caught. With Chas. 

 Cutting, of Andover, as guide, Mrs. M. went out that 

 morning to see what could be done. They were absent 

 from the camp about one hour, when they came rowing 

 slowly back. The little boat touched the log wharf in 

 front of the camp. The water had begun to be boister- 

 ous^ and Madam is afraid of very rough water. She 

 called to me to come down and help her out of the boat. 

 Naturally lazy, I suggested that Cutting should assist 

 her. But nothing would do but what I must go down to 

 the boat. Mrs. M. had "caught a curious trout." She 

 had "caught a little one." She paints trout pictures, and 

 I calculated that she had caught a trout of fine coloring. 

 Down I went to the wharf. There, in the bottom of the 

 boat, lay a trout 24in. in length, with a weight of 74jbs. 

 Madam had caught it all her own self. She had con- 

 quered it with that little lancewood rod of mine, only 

 weighing about 9oz., and not even the tip was broken. 

 The reel and line are as good specimens of tackle as the 

 present age affords — the celebrated extension reel in- 

 vented by Henry C. Litchfield, of Boston. Was she a 

 happy woman? Ask Charles Cutting, the guide. It 

 may be stated right here that the same Charles Cutting 

 told Col. Fitch that he was more pleased to have Mrs. 

 Moody take that trout than any other person in the 

 world. . The trout was hooked fully half an hour before 

 it could be brought to the top of the water. Then when 

 Mrs. Moody saw its size the force of her arms gave out, 

 and Cutting had to take the rod for a minute or two, 

 when the lady finally brought the fish to the net. 



That evening I went out fishing. The wind had died 

 away and the surface of the lake was a beautiful mirror. 

 I had the same rod and tackle that had conquered the 

 big trout in the morning. ■ All of a sudden I had a strike 

 that nearly took the rod from my hands. The reel sung 

 out twenty feet more of line in an instant. Cutting re- 

 marked that "you have a big one." I was ready for him. 

 The little rod "proved all that I had ever expected of it. 

 Scarcely an inch of line could I get. The trout sounded 

 for the bottom and evidently found it. Then he sulked. 

 I could not start him. The boat was slowly drifting 

 toward the shore, where the snags were numerous and 

 bad for a hooked trout to get among. Neither Cutting 

 nor I had noticed the fact, so intent were we in watching 

 that rod and line, till all at once a big snag, an ugly tree- 

 top, was not fifty feet from the boat. I called Cutting's 

 attention to the danger. "We must try and tow the 

 trout out into clear water," he remarked, and took up his 

 oars. I expected trouble, but curious enough the trout 

 then made an attempt to go under the boat, and we suc- 

 ceeded in getting him into deep water, safe from snags. 

 Again he begun the operation of sounding and running- 

 out line. At times the rod was bent up nearly double, 

 till the reel was released and more line taken. But at 

 last he was drawn exhausted to near the top of the water. 

 He had been hooked twenty-five minutes by the watch 

 when he was brought to the net, and he weighed plump 

 six pounds. I was satisfied. I am satisfied to-day with 

 my spring fishing trip. I bad caught, up to that evening, 

 nearly sixty trout, and had counted nor saved nothing 

 under half a pound, except in cases where they were so 

 badly hooked as to kill them. I had also caught nearly 

 two-thirds of these trout with the fly, though it was very 

 early for fly-fishing. 



If one desires to see the eyes of a happy man, let them 

 take Charles Cutting, as a guide, and hook a big trout. 

 It is worth the trip to see. He has grown old in guiding, 

 but the man who employes him gets trout, if there are 

 any to be had. Col. Fitch and Madam came down to the 

 wharf to congratulate me, as Ave came leisurely rowing 

 in that evening. We told them that we had caught a 

 little one — we had several little ones. You should have 

 seen the expression on their faces when they saw that 

 61b. fish. The Colonel's congratulations were hearty, but 

 alas! there was a tone of sadness. His trout were all 

 only fair sized. I had told him, at the outset of the trip, 

 that the trout of the world were to be found in the 

 waters he was to fish. We were to break up carnp the 

 next morning. We advised the Colonel to try the trout 

 in the morning. His trunk was all packed the evening 

 before and the little steamer would not come for us till 

 9 o'clock. Reluctantly he promised to do so. I was up 

 early— half past four. There was Cutting at the wharf, 

 with the bait — minnows — all caught. He was strapping 

 his hands to keep them warm. The mercury, though it 

 was May 31, was down to 44. Col. Fitch came clown 

 rather reluctantly. He had little confidence in any good 

 luck for him that morning. He had broken his rod all 

 to pieces on a 81b, trout the day previous, but had saved 



the fish by means of the reel. I told him to take my 

 rod: the one that had already killed the big trout. He 

 was afraid to do so. "I fear that I shall break it," he. 

 remarked, "and I should want to embalm that rod if I 

 were you." I told him that I did not fear his breaking 

 it, and Cutting remarked that there was not the least 

 danger, provided he handled it fairly well; for already 

 it had bent double under the struggles of big trout. He 

 took th« rod and they paddled away. In about an hour 

 and a half they came back. I saw by their motions that 

 something was to pay. The Colonel shouted that he had 

 "caught a little trout," which was again true. But that 

 little trout story was played out with me. I ran down 

 to the wharf, Madam followed. They were just coming 

 up alongside. Could I believe my eyes? There was a 

 trout 27in. in length, and full 91bs. in weight. The 

 Colonel caught my hands. A happier angler I never 

 saw in all my experience of more than 30 years. His 

 face was a study. He had made a record that he 

 need never hope to be beat. The trout was one of the 

 most perfect specimens of Salmo foniinalis I have ever 

 seen. The vermillion spots were very numerous and the 

 sheeny sparkle was a sight to behold. Best of all, the 

 little rod was as perfect as when he had started out. It 

 had stood the strain of that giant trout for nearly three- 

 quarters of an hour, and to-day it is as perfect as when 

 it was made. Not a tip has been broken. When any 

 one attempts to tell a reader of the Forest .and Stream 

 that there is no difference in rods, or that a cheap rod is 

 as good as a fair-priced piece of workmanship just tell 

 nim that he does not know whereof he speaks. Mrs, 

 Moody's trout is to be painted, and Chas. Cutting is to 

 have the picture. Good reader, are there any trout in 

 the Rangeleys? If you are preparing to say no; that big 

 trout are scarce there, then I will tell you that I learned 

 on my way in that the Stevens party, Mr. Shattuck and 

 Mr. Smart, had taken a 7 and an 8-lbs. trout. WillSbaw, 

 of the Andrews House, South Paris, Me., took a 9|lbs. 

 trout above the Narrows a few days before we went in. 

 His wife got a big landlocked salmon. A gentleman 

 from Portland has taken a 9-pounder. Mrs. J. P. Whit- 

 ney went out trolling only a few days before our visit. 

 She had bet with some of their guests that she could take 

 a bigger trout that day than any of them. After fishing 

 a little over an hour she returned with a trout that more 

 than tipped the scales at 81 bs. But a curious feature of 

 this trout was that soon after it was weighed there came 

 out of its mouth a sucker that weighed over a pound. 

 These great trout swallow fish nearly as large as them- 

 selves. W. K. Moody. 



MAINE TROUT. 



r pHE fishing season is not entirely over, so far as Boston 

 X boys are concerned. It will do to call them boys, 

 for they have not lost their boyhood love for the laugh- 

 ing trout stream and the quiet forest lake, though it is of 

 grown up merchants and the masters of commerce we 

 speak. With them the outing on the lake and stream is 

 one of the bright spots in the year's life, and every year 

 it brings forth new delights. Mr. R. D. Richardson, of 

 the grain firm of Richardson & Co., will start this week 

 for his annual trouting on the Lake Superior waters. It 

 sounds odd to hear of Lake Superior for trout — odd to the 

 Boston sportsmen, since he usually finds his fishing to 

 the Noitb, or more commonly in the East — but neverthe- 

 less it is plain that Mr. Richardson has found a spot that 

 almost any of the Boston boys would delight to visit with 

 rod and reel. Richardson & Co. are also proprietors 

 of the Port Huron. Sarnia and Duluth steamboats, and 

 this is probably the strongest reason why Mr. Rich- 

 ardson came to seek his trouting home so far away. 

 He and his brothers own a steam launch, outside of 

 their grain, steamers, and then pack up rods and lines, 

 with all the paraphernalia for a couple of weeks' fish- 

 ing. They take a good cook on the craft, which is 

 by" the way over 100ft. in length, and very seaworthy, 

 and they live on board of her. They betake themselves 

 to Jackfish Bay, which is -about the extreme north- 

 most point of that great inland sea. Lake Superior. 

 Here, they are pretty well up in the lands of the Do- 

 minion, and pretty well north, too. The season is not 

 very early up there, neither is the growth of timber as 

 luxuriant as it is a few hundred miles further south. 

 They go to Jackfish Bay vrith the steamer, and as far up 

 the river which empties into the bay as the state of the 

 stream will permit. Sometimes they find good fishing- 

 for trout and whitefish on the lake and in the streams 

 that fall from the stunted north woods into the lake, but 

 usually they make excursions up these rivers and into 

 ponds and lakes a short distance away. Here they 

 have the fishing all to themselves. There are no in- 

 habitants, or only half-breeds and Indians, who go 

 through to Hudson's Bay from this point. By the way, 

 it is not many miles up into the highlands from this part 

 of Lake Superior before one finds the headlands to have 

 turned and the waters to be running toward Hudson's 

 Bay. Mr. Rich ardson's party make one or two very pleas- 

 ant excursions in these wilds. They strike off from Jack- 

 fish Bay an horn or two up a little stream till they cross 

 a pond in a boat that their guides have to take in for the 

 purpose. Then they take another tramp through the 

 woods a half hour, till another pond is reached. This pond 

 they go around, and then up a rough carrj r , and over the 

 rise' till the water sheds the other way. Then they go down 

 a sharp descent, and they are at Mountain Lake, a lake sev- 

 eral miles long.hidden in the virgin wilderness,aud seldom 

 visited by other sportsmen. Indians and half-breeds fish 

 and hunt there on their way to and from Hudson's Bay. 

 On this lake the fishing is sometimes excellent, but the 

 Richardson party usually goes directly to the outlet, 

 which, by the way, is into Lake Superior, but too steep 

 and woody, rough and roimdabout to follow up from the 

 great lake itself. The outlet falls several hundred feet 

 in a half mile from Mountain Lake, and there are several 

 trout pools. These pools are the delight of Mr. Richard- 

 son, and to talk with him about testing his fly leaders 

 to a strain of six and eight ponds would make one be- 

 lieve that there are large trout in those very pools. He 

 says that they get all the trout they want. They get 

 trout on the fly that weigh four and five pounds. They 

 get doubles and trebles at a cast. The design of the 

 party is some season to provide themselves with guides, 

 i tents and provisions and follow the streams down to 

 Hudson's Bay. As it is, Mountain Lake is about as far 

 north as Manitoba, and it is into the north woods, where 

 one need not fear intrusion. Who would not like a trout- 

 ing home up there? Special. 



