June 4, 1891.] 



FOREST AND STREAM. 



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Apostle Islands, the old French Mission at La Pointe, the 

 Indian Mission at Odonah, the Bad River Reservation, the 

 extensive Zion Mines, and the accessible fisbing waters 

 •within an hour's ride in all directions. June is pre-emi- 

 nently the angler's month, and I am happy to be able to 

 point out the way and the place to anxious inquirers. Bat 

 I would not at present speak again of the Brule Harp. 



Charles Hallock. 



MAINE WATERS. 



Editor Forest and Stream: 



Fishing in the Maine lakes, from having been actually 

 poor since the moving of the ice, is just beginning to be 

 good. On Saturday, May 30, trout had .fust begun to 

 come up to the fly, at Upper Dam, Richardson Lake, and 

 the same was true of the upper lakes. But up to that 

 time the weather had been unusually cold, with the 

 season backward. It will doubtless surprise many of the 

 readers of the Forest and Stream farther south to 

 know that on that day the birches had just begun to be 

 fairly green, while the maples on the hillsides were 

 scarcely out of the red. On the mornings of May 2i and 

 26 there was ice in the bottoms of the boats of those who 

 sought to catch the early fish at the Rangeieya. Ice 

 formed nearly ^in. in thickness at Camp Stewart and 

 Birch Lodge, Such weather was not particularly favor- 

 able for fishing for trout. Speaking of Birch Lodge, it 

 may not be inappropriate to say that His Excellency, 

 Gov, Russell, of Massachusetts, was at that beautiful 

 camp on the cold days in question, the guest of Messrs. 

 Bayard and John Thayer, the owners of the Lodge. Mr. 

 John Thayer is a member of the Governor's staff. The 

 Governor went a-flshing with the rest of the boys, and 

 caught as many as any of them. One day was spent at 

 B Pond with good success. The Governor is accredited 

 with an 81bs. trout. The other members of the Birch 

 Lodge party were John Simpkins, F. Peabody, Jr., and 

 Dr. Haven, all of Boston, On the return of the party 

 from B Pond, on the little steamer, the lodge was illu- 

 minated with red and blue fire and Chinese lanterns, 

 with salutes from camps adjoining. The Governor 

 thoroughly enjoys the sport of trout fishing, and is as 

 genial as a boy. 



One of the best little parties of the season, at Richard- 

 son Lake, has been that of Mr. Eugene E, Pakridge, vice- 

 president of the North American Insurance Co., of 59 

 Kilby street, Boston, with his friends, Mr, and Mrs, B, G. 

 Ackerman, of Brooklyn, N. Y. Mr. Ackerman is also of 

 the insurance guild, and is of the firm of Ackerman, 

 Deyo & Hillard, of 41 and 43 Pine street, New York. It 

 was truly a pleasure to meet these genial people, and it 

 is also certain that friends will vouch for their kindness, 

 when considering how their trout were distributed on 

 Monday and Tuesday, Mrs, Ackerman was high line, 

 having caught a landlocked salmon, after the fish had 

 once escaped from the rod of her husband. These three 

 people are getting to be "old-timers" at the Upper Dam, 

 having been there several years in succession, and being 

 fully persuaded that they shall be there again next 

 year. Mr. Pakridge'a only mishap was the loss of his 

 lunch basket on one of his trips out fishing. It went on 

 a lai-k up to Camp Stewart, and just how it got back to 

 the Upper Dam was somewhat of a mystery, till the fact 

 came out they were really among friends, though some 

 way into the wilds of Maine. That basket went do\vn by 

 a fellow fisherman, just as every lost basket will be sure 

 to go, if the owner only takes the precaution to put his 

 name to it, Mr. Pakridge's trout are not generally 

 weighed— "estimated" is more practical. In this con- 

 nection he has a conundrum that is original: Why is a 

 trout not like a man? Give it up! Well, the man weighs 

 more when he is dressed, and the trout does not. 



Lately the salmon fishing has been better at Bangor, 

 F. W, Ayer has landed a i57-pound fish, and others have 

 been doing well, ten having been landed in one day. At 

 Weld Pond the fishing has also been good, one boat hav- 

 ing taken twenty landlocked salmon in a single day. 

 Trout fishing at Swan Lake, six miles from Belfast, Me., 

 has been excellent of late. It seems that Fish Commis- 

 sioner Stanley was the first to discover this fishing, he 

 having trolled there recently with such success in taking 

 large trout as to surprise "the oldest inhabitant." He 

 took two 4 pounders, .The pretty little steamer, the 

 Wawa, owned by S. Betton, T. McKane and Mr, Boree, 

 of Richardson Lake, was burned to the water's edge on 

 Thursday night last at the South Arm. The hull imme- 

 diately sunk in deep water. Mr. L. Dana Chapman, with 

 Dame, Stoddard & Kendall, of Boston, has had his usual 

 good luck at The Narrows, Richardson Lake, this sea- 

 son. He is just out of the woods with three trout weigh- 

 ing 4i, 5i and Slbs.— really about the beat record of the 

 season, up to the present wi'iting. 



His Honor Mayor Matthews, of Boston, also goes a- fish- 

 ing. He goes by special invitation of Dr. Heber Bishop, 

 of the Megantic Club, to the preserve of that club. He 

 went equipped with a fine split bamboo rod. The list of 

 the party is: His Honor Mayor Matthews, G. W, Dilling- 

 ham and Alfred Hopcroft, of New York; W. H. Helsten, 

 of New Milford, Conn.; Wm. A. Brewer, of Plainfield' 

 N. J, ; Dr, M. A. Morris, Dr. C. W, Stevens, M, F. Stevens, 

 Charlestown; Frank Hopewell, O. F. Kendall, Dr. Heber 

 Bishop, Dr. E. W. Branigan, P. H. Powers, of Boston; E, 

 S. Sparrow, of Somerville; Francis B. Green, L. L, Holmes, 

 of New Bedford; W. H. Burns, of Worcester; Geo. Dutfy, 

 of Maiden. Special. 



Michigan Trout.— Ta was City, Mich., May 28.— We 

 do not usually brag of this piece of the woods, but a 

 note from the Au Sable Ti7nes of May 27, written from 

 Killmaster, is worth reproducing. The writer says: "By 

 a recent issue of your spicy little paper I see your fish 

 reporter from the banks of Silver Creek has been getting 

 in his first story relative to the SJlh. trout caught in that 

 Stream. This was a pretty good trout for Silver Creek. 

 But I write to tell you of a speckled troiit caught in our 

 pond on Saturday by Miss Cora Anthony that weighed, 

 two hours after being taken out of the water, exactly 

 4|lbs. and it is estimated that there were taken out that 

 day by all comers fully 350 trout of all legitimate sizes. 

 Our stream was planted four years ago, the same as Sil- 

 ver Creek, and when one thinks of a 4lb. trout the growth 

 has been most phenomena.!. We are stocking every 

 stream in this county, which has the proper conditions, 

 and hope to make Alcona the banner trout county in 

 Michigan." We started to plant trout fry hereabouts 4 

 years ago, furnished by the Michigan Fiah CommisBion, 

 and you see the result.— N. 0. H, 



WHERE TO GO FISHING. 



Our A^igling Readers who have knowledge of fishing 

 waters where there is room for more fishermen, will win the 

 gratitude of the guild by sending to the Forest AND Stream 

 just such notes as these which follow. 



1.— Newfound Lake, N. H. 



THIS beautiful expanse of water, seven miles in length 

 and three miles wide, is located in the towns of 

 Bristol, Hebron and Bridgewater, N. H. It is easily 

 accessible, Bristol, two miles from the foot of the lake, 

 being reached by the Bristol branch of the Northern 

 New Hampshire railroad, now leased and operated by 

 the Boston & Maine railroad. Keaching Bristol in the 

 P, M. a stage drive of nine miles, nearly all of it along 

 the shore of the lake, brings one to the Grove Hill Farm, 

 situated at the head of the lake. Mr. John W. Sanborn, 

 the owner (address Hebron, N. H.), will meet any parties 

 at Bristol, if he is notified in season. It was the pleasure 

 of the writer to pass two weeks, just ended, at the Grove 

 Hill Farm, while in pursuit of the finny monster of New- 

 found Lake, and he cannot say too much in its praise. 

 The prices for board, guides and boats are reasonable, the 

 fare of the best, and Mr. Sanborn and his excellent wife 

 will do all in their power to make your stay pleasant and 

 your catch of fish large. The house stands on a bluii at 

 the head of the lake, and the view from the piazza takes 

 in the whole lake, with the rugged mountains on the 

 opposite shore. Mr. Sanborn owns a small steamboat 

 with which he will take the fishermen and their boats to 

 any part of the lake. All the fishermen, and they num- 

 ber about fifty, who have stopped at Mr. Sanborn's the 

 present season, will concur fully with me in my opinion 

 as here exoressed. 



The fishing season opens on the lake as soon as the ice 

 leaves, this year the 21st of April, It was the bad fortune 

 of the writer to be ill at that time, and he was a week 

 late in reaching the lake. During his stay of two weeks 

 he succeeded in landing ten fish, three landlocked salmon, 

 weighing respectively 9-J-, and olbs.: and seven trout 

 weighing respectively I4'i, 14, 12^, 10^, 9^, 8i and 8lbs. 

 These fish were all taken at the head of the lake, almost 

 within gunshot of Mr. Sanborn's. 



I desire to call the attention of the readers of Forest 

 A^D Stream to \his lake, as furnishing the largest fish on 

 an average of any lake in New England, and the ease and 

 facility with which it can be reached (only three hours 

 by rail from Boston) should bring it to the front as one of 

 the best fishing resorts, and should induce more anglers 

 to try their luck in its clear and icy waters. The State 

 has provided at an expense of $1,000 a hatchery, and 

 about one million fry were hatched out this year and put 

 into the lake. My friend, Col. E. B. Hodge, our genial 

 and efficient Fish Commissioner, is to be heartily congratu- 

 lated on the success of his efforts in stocking the lake 

 with landlocked salmon. Any fisherman who has taken 

 one of these gamy tish and "witnessed his frantic and 

 angry struggles, first clearing the water with a mighty 

 spring, then with a tremendous dash running out 30, yes 

 50ft. of line from the reel, then into the air again with 

 the water di-ipping from his gleaming sides, and with 

 another terrible break for liberty he makes the reel sing 

 for another 50ft. of line, and this course pursued till his 

 spirit is wholly broken and fife nearly extinct— any fisher- 

 man who has taken one of these gallant fish from the 

 waters of this magnificent lake will be anxious to revisit 

 the scene of his victory — and I claim for Newfound Lake, 

 that as a fishing resort, taking into consideration the size 

 of its fish, it has no equal in New England. 



For any further information about this lake and its 

 fishing I would refer any of your readers to that veteran 

 angler George H, Fowler, Esq., of Bristol, N. H., who 

 took from this lake last season 76 fish averaging over Olbs. 

 each. He is thoroughly familiar with the lake and will 

 gladly answer any inquiries. Try Newfound Lake, my 

 friends, and I do not think you will be disappointed, I 

 was not. P. L. 



Orfohd, JSr. H., May 25. 



II.— Round Mountain Lake, Me. 



Editor Forest and Stream: 



It will doubtless be good news to many of your readers 

 to learn that Edgar Smith, the famous guide and proprie- 

 tor of the camps at Round Mountain Lake, Maine, is still 

 the possessor of the two feet which were almost de- 

 spaired of after his encounter with the horse car in 

 Boston last winter, and that he has been able to superin- 

 tend the repairs and improvements on his buckboard 

 road from Eustis to the lake in person, and gone in 

 for the season. His father, Kennedy Smith, whose 

 genial face and profound knowledge of woodcraft is 

 so well known to the older devotees of the rod and gun, 

 has been in Boston the last week and declares that the 

 prospect for early trouting in the old Alder Stream Pond 

 (now Round Mountain Lake) was never so good as this 

 season, the snow water from the surrounding mountains 

 being nearly exhausted, and the "speckled beauties" out 

 gunning for their early spring medicine. He proposes to 

 make a great effort this season to explore the bottom of 

 this famous lake, and if possible land a few of the 20- 

 pounders which old Sylvester Fuller used to grow fat on, 

 long before the tide of pleasure seekers turned thither. 

 Business was very good with Edgar last season, and as 

 every one came out without regrets the prospects for this 

 season are extremely promising. All who enjoy landing 

 fib. fish with a fly-rod should not fail to visit this beauti- 

 ful spot and take a few, enjoying what to a real sports- 

 man is a pleasure, fishing where the trout is so plentiful 

 that all he can catch will never be missed, 



Edgar Smith's P. O. address is Eustis, Maine, and he is 

 as prompt in answering correspondents as he is at the 

 breakfast table. Geo. H. Bahney. 



A note from Kennedy Smith, dated May 30, says: "The 

 trout are now just beginning to bite sharp, and parties 

 who are now in camp are having good sport. Mr. J. 

 Goodrich, of Connecticut, who was here twice last year, 

 arrived the 8th. Although he is 84 years of age he en- 

 joys catching trout as well as any of the boys. His first 

 eaten was 16 trout in 15 minutes. Quite a number of 

 parties are expected to arrive the first week in June, 

 Early fishing is always good," 



in.— Quimby Pond, Me. 



Editor Forest and Stream: 



On Wednesday, May 15, at Quimby Pond, which is 

 about ten miles from the Mountain View House, Range- 

 ley Lake, Me., Ed, Shumway, of Boston, and W, L. 

 Mercer, S, R. Ellis, J. H. Davis and Chas. E. Pierce, of 

 Cambridge, Mass., took 162 trout on the fly in about 

 three hours; the sizes ran from i to IJlbs. This is said 

 to be the only pond in Maine in which the trout rise to 

 the fly as soon as the ice goes out. There was plenty of 

 snow on the banks of the pond. Jap, 



IV.— A Day at Pico. 



Nestled among the grim sentinels of the Green Moun- 

 tain range are to be found many ponds and lakes possess- 

 ing rare beauty and genuine attractions. In a rocky 

 glen at the base of Killington Peak, some ten miles from 

 the enterprising town of Rutland, lies one of nature's 

 rare jewels, known indeed to but few yet, nevertheless 

 appreciated by all who may have been so fortunate as to 

 have cast a fly upon its mirrored surface. 



An article by "Von W." in the issue of April 30, 

 brought vividly to my memory the trip to Pico, its at- 

 tractions, environments and the circumstances which led 

 me to visit this natural trout pond. 



When passing from Rutland across the Green Mountain 

 Range through Mendon and Sherburne to Bridgewater, 

 one is constantly impressed with the wild, unbroken 

 stretch of primeval forest which, save at rare intervals, 

 has yet escaped the ax of the lumberman. At Sherburne 

 one first crosses the Ottaquechee River, its headwaters 

 being upon the eastern slope in that town, thus it was 

 that, while crossing this section of the State early in May, 

 the remark of a fellow passenger caused me to make in- 

 quiry concerning the attractions afforded to the angler in 

 this and adjoining towns. 



The result of our conversation established between us 

 a bond of fellowship, for I learned that for many years he 

 had taken the speckled beauties from these streams and 

 ponds, and, "best of them all," said he "is old Pico." 



This to me was a new name, unfamiliar to but few, as 

 I have since learned, and curious to learn more of the 

 facts I at last engaged my eompagnon de voyage to ac- 

 company me to the pond in question on the following 

 week, Thursday. 



True to my inclination the day set apart for the sport 

 found me at "mine host's" cottage, about three miles 

 from the Pond, as he persisted in calling it, and after a 

 hearty meal, long ere the sun lit the peaks of the highest 

 mountains around us, we set out "across lots," Wilson, 

 the guide, with one eye skyward eagerly observing every 

 token of a day favorable to our sport, and filling my ear 

 with extraordinary yarns of the fishing days gone by. 



After about an hour we reached the height of land im- 

 mediately adjoining the waters we were in search of, and 

 as Wilson pointed proudly down into the valley at our 

 feet and remarked, "There is the best trout pond in New 

 England," a remark which I took with a degree of incre- 

 dulity, making proper allowance for his pride in a favor- 

 ite resort, I beheld a beautiful lakelet almost completely 

 surrounded by the virgin forest of spruce, hemlock and 

 fir. A smart breeze ruffled its surface, and the guidei's 

 face was wreathed in smiles as I gazed at the sight in 

 admiration and wonder; fori will venture to state that no 

 less than one hundred elegant "breaks" were made within 

 my range of vision in as many seconds. 



Descending to the rocky shores, 'neath a stately fir we 

 found the skiff of a neighbor, that Wilson had secured 

 for the day, and after carefully getting in casting shape 

 we pushed out into the lake. What had been a half hour 

 before a strong, steady breeze, just suited in fact to cast- 

 ing, was now but an occasional flawy gust of wind, which 

 seemed to bode ill to our success; hxit while I was getting 

 impatient, Wilson was forecasting a fine day's sport, and, 

 indeed, true to his prediction, so it proved. 



With the rising sun came a fine breeze, and when a few 

 moments later a beauty seized my fly with the character- 

 istic determination of the brook trout, I could but feel 

 that here was a nook unchronicled in the sportsman's 

 atlas. No other species of fish are found iri the clear 

 cold water of Pico. Fed by three mountain brooks, 

 transparent and beautiful, it lies there among those moun- 

 tains a gem, uncut but rare. 



The result of our day's casting was 181bs. of brook trout 

 as handsome as ever rose to fly. Upon the sandy bottom 

 at the inlet of these brooks were scores and scores of the 

 "handsomest fish that swim," varying in size from ^ to 

 l^lbs., while the brooks themselves teem with finny in- 

 habitants. 



This for the headwaters of the Ottaquechee, of which 

 as yet but little is known. Nodouot the old Green Moun- 

 tain State contains many such spots, equally as tempting 

 to the followers of Walton, but for complete satisfaction 

 I think this day's sport was fully as gratifying as any ever 

 spent on lake or stream. Byron. 



FOR "FOREST AND STREAM" READERS. 



WE have secured, for the private information of the 

 readers of Forest and Stream, knowledge of a 

 number of streams and lakes easily accessible from this 

 city, where we believe that good fishing for trout and 

 black bass may be had. The information, much of 

 which comes from private sources, we are not at liberty 

 to print, but we shall be glad to furnish it without charge 

 to any reader of Forest and Stream who will apply 

 for it, either personally or by letter. 



Protector Carr.— The Ithaca, N. Y., Journal, com- 

 menting on the work of State Game Protector Carr, says: 

 "Mr. Carr, in a manner reputed to be fearless and con- 

 scientious, is industriously putting the scourge of the law 

 to offenders big or little, rich or poor, influential or friend- 

 less, in his territory. Although a Republican appointee 

 under a Democratic governor, the most strenuous advo- 

 cates for his retention when his removal was sought were 

 found among the uncompromising, hardshell Bourbon 

 Democrats of this city. The present laws are onerous. 

 Protector Carr is executing them relentlessly. He will 

 either succeed in making them so obnoxious 'as to bring 

 about their modification or repeal; or they will stand ap- 

 proved and fish and game once more abound." 



A Constant Reader. 



When I fail to take the Fobbst And Sibeam you may know 

 that I have banded la my oheok?.— J. G. 8, 



