Forest and Stream. 



A Weekly Journal of the Rod and Gun. 



Terms, ?4 a Year. 10 Cts. a Copt. ! 



Six Months, J8. j 



NEW YORK, SATURDAY, APRIL 7, 1894. 



( VOL. XLII.-No. 14 



( No. 318 Broadwat, New Yobk. 



For Prospectus and Advertising Rates see Page vii. 



The Forest and Stream is put to press 

 on Tuesdays. Correspondence intended for 

 publication should reach us by Mondays and 

 as much earlier as may be practicable. 



Editorial. 



CONTENTS. 



The Kennel. 



The Trout Season. 

 Snap Shots. 



The Sportsman Tourist. 



Danvis Folks.— xxvn. 

 On the North Shore of Lake 

 Superior. 



Natural History. 

 Jaguars in Honduras. 



Came Bag and Gun. 



Dixie Land — v. 

 On the Lower Potomac. 

 Bhode Island Quail. 

 Stop the Sale of Game. 



Sea and River Fishing. 



Now That April's Here. 

 Angling Notes. 

 The Leaping Ouananiche. 

 Snagging Salmon on the Hudson 

 Albemarle Shad Fisheries. 

 Boston Notes. 

 Vermont Trout. 

 Rearing Brook Trout. 



The Kennel. 



Philadelphia Dog Show. 



Dog Chat. 



Red Cockers. 



Denver Dog Show. 



Flaps from the Beaver's Tail. 



"Vicissitudes of the Judging 



Ring." 

 The Specialty Show. 

 Kennel Notes. 

 Answers to Correspondents. 

 Hunting and Coursing Notes, 



Canoeing. 



The A. C. A. and its Critics. 

 A. C. A. Racing Programme. 

 News Notes. 



Yachting. 



Cruising in the Cy-Pres, 1893. 

 New York Y. R. A. 

 News Notes. 



Rifle Range and Gallery. 



Jerseymen at the Targets. 

 Cincinnati Rifles. 

 Club Doings. 

 Notes. 



Trap Shooting. 



Acme Gun Club Team. 

 Central New York League. 

 Connecticut State League. 

 Forest Gun Club. 

 Keystone vs. Doylestown. 

 Drivers and Twisterg. 

 Matches and Meetings. 



Answers to Queries. 



wind flower, and blood root on the sunny banks — show 

 their tender beauties to him. Though known to so few 

 of those who share his life in the busy world, they are 

 old friends of his. 



He hears the roll of the woodpecker on the dead limb, 

 the lighter tapping of the vagrant chickadee and the 

 sharp complaining of the clambering nuthatch. From 

 some knoll in the depths of the wood comes the distant 

 thunder of the grouse's drum; crows caw on the tops 

 of the tall chestnuts, and from far above them falls the 

 shrill cry of a red-tailed hawk poised on motionless wing. 



Only now and then are such sounds heard. For the 

 most part the woods are silent. The song birds have 

 not come, yet he knows that through the forests, over 

 the meadows and among the brambles that grow along 

 the old stone fences, is marching northward noiselessly, 

 but steadily the vanguard of an army soon to make itself 

 both seen and heard. But it is not yet here. 



Everywhere in field and wood and air is the sense of a 

 silent unseen brooding motion, which shall soon burst 

 forth into something to be seen and heard and felt every- 

 where. Catkins of alder are swelling, buds of willows 

 are turning green and those of the soft maple red. Yet 

 a little while, and all this silence of preparation shall 

 have passed and we shall see nature no longer working 

 in secret, but openly, joyously, in the sight of all the 

 world. 



THE TROUT SEASON. . 

 This week in waters of Long Island and Massachusetts, 

 and in Connecticut and Iowa the season has opened in 

 which trout may be lawfully taken. There has been an 

 exodus of men completely equipped, with their tackle in 

 perfect order, intent on luring from the waters the prey 

 from which they have been so long debarred. Side by 

 side with these, up and down the brooks and along the 

 little rivers, the small boy with his cut pole, his gigantic 

 hook and his pocket full of worms, wriggles his way 

 through the underbrush, making his way to the deepest 

 holes, where he knows the "big ones" lie. These he 

 takes, and perhaps before night turns into metal or paper, 

 to him much more acceptable than the ruddy flesh of 

 trout. 



It is only in the southernmost tier of States where trout 

 are found that the season opens as early as All Fools' Day. 

 For New York in general, for Pennsylvania and for some 

 other States the date is April 15, while in Maine, Michi- 

 gan, South Dakota and Pike county, Pennsylvania, May 1 

 is the opening day, and in Colorado it is postponed until 

 June 1. 



We are not of those who believe in always starting out 

 on the opening day. Too often this means facing a cold 

 rain, handling an ice-bound reel and line, fishing with 

 numbed fingers, and — worst of all — getting no fish; for 

 these are slow to rise in the cold, rough weather of early 

 spring. Better it is, we think, to be governed by the 

 weather conditions rather than by the calendar, and to 

 choose for the first outing for the season one of those 

 warm soft days which even now are at hand. There may 

 be fewer fish in the brooks than there were on the open- 

 ing day, some of the big fellows may have found their 

 way into the frying-pan and so have escaped you forever, 

 but on the other hand, those that are left will rise with 

 more energy, fight harder for their inches, and last 

 longer than those taken in a snowstorm or out of wate r 

 that is icy cold. Besides the actual pleasure to the angler 

 from the fish and their condition, there is the still greater 

 delight to be derived from all the beauties of awakening 

 nature now spread before him, and which the warm sun- 

 shine invites him to enjoy and to dream over. 



The man is happy who goes a-fishing for the first time, 

 if not on the opening day, at least early in the season. 

 Shut up, perhaps, during the long winter months in office 

 or store or city, the sights and sounds and odors of 

 nature now seem to him something altogether new. 

 They are revelations of another existence, yet each 

 charmed sense brings back to him memories of other 

 days like this, but none so beautiful nor so happy. For 

 him now the new-come bluebird warbles his sweetest 

 notes; for his pleasure the ruddy-chested robin hops fear- 

 lessly over the brown meadow and digs his yellow beak 

 deep into the soft earth in search of the luckless worm 

 that too early is seeking the light. The modest flowers 

 of early spring — liverwort and violet, adder's tongue and 



SNAP SHOTS. 



thing variegated and patched. By the way, it strikes 

 us that Dr. Fort has a not unworthy ambition, ex- 

 pressed in the declaration, "I don't know that I can 

 leave my children any better legacy of public good than 

 to have them know their father was one of the first 

 active and actual movers in a struggle for sportsmen's 

 rights and privileges." 



Not until within comparatively very recent years have 

 competent scientific and systematic investigations been 

 undertaken to determine the true character of certain 

 species of birds and other animals commonly called ver- 

 min. As a result of such studies abundant reason has 

 been found already for a reversal of opinion respecting 

 some species which have heretofore always been under 

 a ban. The public at large is slow and reluctant to 

 accept scientific testimony in behalf of such creatures. 

 Hawks and owls, for example, are now known to be of 

 incalculable benefit to agriculture as destroyers of noxious 

 animal life; and yet it would be too much to ask of the 

 present generation, nursed in prejudice, that it should 

 turn sharp about and befriend the birds which it has 

 always pursued with such unrelenting assiduity. 



Time is gradually revealing to us the latent and un- 

 suspected potentialities of journalism as exemplified in 

 the onward and upward progress of the "Sportsmen's 

 Favorite Journal." It has in times past by alluring de- 

 scriptions of favored regions impelled folks to desert their 

 altars and their fires and the green graves of their sires 

 and move their lares andpenates to distant climes; and it 

 has even restored members of a family, lost to one 

 another and separated by the distance of the Atlan- 

 tic from the Pacific. It has promoted acquaintances 

 among scores of people, who but for it would have been 

 ever as strangers, and by it have become lifelong friends. 

 And now comes an esteemed contributor who avers, "And 

 do you know that, not only many of my most prized 

 friends, but some of my best clients, have come to me 

 through the columns of Forest and Stream. * * * I 

 can trace several thousand dollars directly to the friend- 

 ship of Forest and Stream." There is a record indeed; 

 and it is one worth having, and not to be hid under a 

 bushel. 



The Minnesota Game and Fish Commissioners have 

 given much attention to the enforcement of the law pro- 

 viding for fishways in dams. They report that almost 

 invariably, when the owner of a dam which is an obstacle 

 to the passage of fish has been properly approached, and 

 the matter has been properly explained to him, he has 

 cheerfully complied with their request. During the year 

 1893 notices were served on fifty-seven dam owners, 

 thirty-seven ways were constructed, and others will be in 

 readiness this season. To provide free passage for fish is 

 half the battle. Too often the public is ignorant, officials 

 apathetic, dams numerous, fishways unknown and fish 

 never heard of. 



It does seem that if we must adopt some one name for 

 the fish known as landlocked salmon, and as ouananiche 

 or winninish or fresh-water salmon, we might choose 

 something better than ouananiche, which is a heathen 

 word done into French and given a Parisian accent. If 

 whonanishe is the English equivalent of the Montagnais 

 name, why is not whonanishe to be adopted rather than 

 ouananiche, which not one person in ten knows how to 

 pronounce until he is told? Whatever name be adopted 

 there will be some advantage in having one uniform 

 designation, for this will materially aid in the discussion 

 of the game qualities of the fish as it is found in different 

 waters. The ouananiche of the Lake St. John district 

 might lose some of its wild flavor if called landlocked 

 salmon; but it is quite certain that the landlocked salmon 

 of our own New England waters would be none the less 

 worthy of the angler's keenest skill even if it were 

 handicapped with the outlandish Indian-French hybrid 

 cognomen. 



Another instance of the perverse wilfulness of fate. 

 Commander Verney Lovett Cameron was the first Euro- 

 pean to cross the Af ricanjcontinent in its central latitudes, 

 accomplished many other feats of exploration notable for 

 their arduous and hazardous nature, was honored by geo- 

 graphical societies for his daring and achievement, and 

 came through all perils unscathed, only to die last week 

 from the effects of a fall from his horse in the hunting 

 field. 



Maryland is not likely just now to have a long close 

 season on quail. A bill making a close time for two 

 years was introduced into the Senate recently, but 

 tabled indefinitely. Dr. John J. Fort tells us that the 

 new bills amending the law are almost as numerous as 

 the counties of the State, and the result will be to make 

 Joseph's coat a thing of the past as a reminder of some- 



The game law committee .of the New York Assembly 

 possesses a dangerous capacity for mischief, when, as 

 the chairman remarks, it goes into exe-cutive session. 

 Exhibit A — Its impatience to discuss seriously any spe- 

 cific point except license to spear suckers. Exhibit B — 

 The bill in which it has incorporated its ignorance of 

 what the game interests of the State demand and its 

 callous disregard of the demands of people who do know 

 something of these things. We printed a summary of 

 the bill last week. It has gone to the Senate, and there 

 it should have nine-tenths of its provisions eradicated 

 for the public good. 



Long Island trout fishermen have crowded the season 

 this year by getting their representatives at Albany to 

 put through a bill making Saturday the opening day, 

 when according to the calendar it would fall on a Sun- 

 day. The Long Island trout season opens by the letter 

 of the statute on April 1, which was Sunday, but by 

 virtue of this new rule the opening day was Saturday, 

 March 31. The season for the State at large then will 

 begin on Saturday, April 14, instead of on Monday the 

 16th. The full text of the new law is given elsewhere, it 

 applies to both fish and game. 



The didn't-know-it-was-loaded idiots have close com- 

 petitors in the knew-it-wasn't-loaded variety. One of 

 these latter in Pennsylvania the other day was fooling with 

 an old revolver, pointing it in joke at his sister and 

 his father; and when they had been frightened as much 

 as he thought they should be by a weapon which he 

 knew to be not loaded, he placed the muzzle against his 

 own head and pulled the trigger. What happened then 

 was so sudden that he probably never realized his 

 mistake. 



Mr. Eoth, the Cincinnati hotel man who has just been 

 beaten on his quail case, will carry it up to the United 

 States Supreme Court, and there the Cuvier Club will 

 continue the fight. If we were advising Mr. Roth we 

 should tell him to stop where he is; but it will be a 

 satisfaction to have the question passed upon by the 

 Supreme Court. 



The annual meeting of the American Fisheries Society 

 will be held Wednesday, May 16, at the rooms of the Fish 

 Protective Association of Pennsylvania. Papers of inter- 

 est will be read. The secretary is Mr. Edward P. Doyle, 

 No. 53 Broadway, New York. 



