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FOREST AND STREAM 
[June 27, 1896. 
place where a brook beauty would love to dwell and 
rove. Kenosh stated that he had been over the ground 
some ten years ago with the Hon. Andrew Jackson, of 
the "Soo," and they found the trout so abundant that the 
sport soon palled. Double catches, he said, were as plen- 
tiful as single, and frequently to prolong the sport only 
one fly was used. This sounds like romance, but I know 
it to be a fact, for I have had some evidence of it since I 
have been making my annual outings to these mountain- 
ous shores. Well, that is all past, and of the present we 
will now dwell. 
Ned, who was in the bow of the boat, was reaching out 
for the trout with a red-ibis for the stretcher and a brown 
hackle for the dropper. I chose for my lures my old 
favorites, a Parmacbenee-belle for the first fly and a 
Henshall for my second, and have always found them 
highly attractive. We were not at all hopeful, for the 
balsam beds, which we had found at our quarters, were 
too fresh and too numerous to give us much, if any, en- 
couragement. 
After coursing along for a quarter of a mile without a 
single rise we came to a massive block of stone a few feet 
from the great wall that rose above the water and around 
which the wavelets were sportively playing and where 
we both flogged the undulating surface, until at last Ned 
coaxed up a full pounder that sprang for his stretcher in 
such a vicious manner and that made such a tumult in 
the water that I thought it a ponderous trout. Ned hav- 
ing hooked him and feeling his weight knew better, but 
still small as the little beauty was it made music for him, 
and when it came to the boat from the net showed up as 
an ideal representative of that race who beautify them- 
selves in gold and silver and purple. We thought it the 
one solitary fish the recent rodsters had left, and visions 
of a nice browned trout for supper would now surely be 
realized. 
After flogging around this huge rock until we were 
somewhat wearied, we retraced the route, and not till we 
had reached a grand cluster of disorganized and creviced 
granite did we tempt another trout. Here I aroused a 
scarlet dandy that Bprang upon my Parmachene-belle like 
a falcon upon a wildfowl. He started lovely notes of 
music from the reel and made the little chub bamboo 
beat and bend to the correct tune. A stirring poem of 
great beauty could have been written upon the desperate 
struggle between victor and victim, but it would require 
a Longfellow or a MoLellan, who wrote the following 
lines, to give the grand battle notes mellifluently and elo- 
quently. 
"Oh, thoughtfulangler, loving welt tl&e toil 
To tread the tangled brook or river— 
To wield the tapering rodi o'er ocean tides,, 
Or breezy gulf or inland lakes Immense,, 
We thank thee for the lessons thou, hast taught— 
This added treasure to the angler's lore. 
Fair smile the skies and soft may breezes blow 
(The Boft south breeze— to angler's heart so dear), 
And green may blossoming groves their garlands show,. 
And woodland choristers fresh tune their harps, 
When thou dost follow in, the coming year 
The gentle angler's meditative art."* 
With the capture of this trout,, a two-pounder, we be- 
came very hopeful, and began to think after all tbat our 
predecessors of the gentle art had not gobbled up the las* 
trout. We fished faithfully here for some time and not 
another one felt disposed to toy with our dropping or 
dancing lures. The afternoon was now fast departing, 
and with the blue sky above, the green shade of forest 
pines, the empurpled clouds catching the tints of the sun 
a ? d , fch _ e lines of bluff ' red and brown, marking the strata 
of cliff and crag, made a picture at this hour that was 
both a charm and a delight. On we go, along the shore- 
land that leads to the rippling Aguawa, dropping our flies 
over every chasm and fissure, and around every rock and 
boulder, and were finally rewarded with two more trout 
which gave us enough of the toothsome fish for both sup- 
per and breakfast. This closed our trouting for the after- 
noon, and then word went to our boatmen to push alone 
lively for camp. s ' 
As we were passing the bold and scarified bluffs from' 
which arose towering mountains, I thought of a chapter- 
in Euskm s fourth volume of "Modern Painters," where- 
in be tells us that a line drawn over a great Alpine ridge 
so as to touch the principal peaks that jut from it willl 
usually be found to be part of an unreturning or immor- 
tal curve. The grandeur of the Alpine pinnacles is< 
bounded by that law of sympathy. Although there are' 
no such towering ranges on this shore, still the elevation* 
here are of sufficient magnitude to be subject to the same', 
line of grace. The jutting rocks and the seemingly law- 
hm f ' h *° th .f scalloping of a lp*ely leaf, hinted 
the sweep of an infinite curve. 
After I returned home I sought the volume I have- 
mentioned, and cannot refrain from quoting in this lett-Mv 
™ p rr g r^ the u 189fch ? a ^ e »™ S"imbS£, 
me and which I have read with new interest: 
Nature gives us in these mountain* a more dear , de- 
monstration of her will. She is here driven to make 
fracture the law of being. She cannot tuft the™ ock 
edges with moss or round them by water, or hide them 
with leaves and roots. She is bound to produce a form 
^ ra ? le ^°. hlWnan . beinK8 ' b y continuaUy breaking 
pelled to do^thm, she changes the law of fracture itself 
'Growth,' she seems to say, <i 8 not essential to my work 
nor concealment, nor softness; but curvature is, and if I 
must produce my forms of breaking them, the fracture 
ffLtv • b f m CU 7 e8 T If ' instead o£ dew'and sunsWne 
Jh! ? Qly , "^ments I am to use are the lightning and 
anal f R °Hi'l hei l th f r fo ^ ked toneues and costal wedges 
shall still work out my laws of tender line. Devastation 
instead of nurture may be the task of all mv elemeX 
w£ ge afte ? age onl y Prolong the unrenJva^ tad£& 
but the appointments of typical beauty whfch W been'" 
?nil£?o£lSr S 8 , ha11 ^therefore bTaSoned" 
aoo. ine loess shall be ruled m their nerDetual nerisliinira 
y ? 6 5 a 2 e » r <i">ance 8 that direct th?heDdine of ?r?a 
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story of some of his outings in the old country. Kenosh, 
becoming enthused with the narrations, and having had 
many exciting experiences in the same line, was embold- 
ened sufficiently to tell us of the first bear he shot in the 
Goulais Bay forests. "One day," Kenosh stated, "I was 
out with my gun ready for any kind of game, and find- 
ing it quite scarce, I penetrated deeper and deeper into 
the dense woods, when all at once I espied a big black 
bear up a tree, observing very calmly my approach. I 
suddenly halted when I saw him, and my heart com- 
menced beating a lively tattoo against my ribs. I gazed 
very intently at the bear, and he gazed about as intently 
at me. At first a cold chill ran up my back, and demor- 
alization began to take immediate possession of me. I 
was for retreating at once, but when I thought of the ig- 
nominy of it my courage returned and then I determined 
to take a shot at him, let the result be what it would. I 
well knew if I only wounded him slightly that it would 
go hard with me, and there would in all probability be 
one less half-breed on earth." 
"And another in heaven," put in Ned. 
"I hope so." 
"Well," continued Kenosh, "I walked carefully up to 
the bear till I got within good shooting distance and then 
the bear became restive and was doubtless thinking some 
mischief was meant him. Getting behind a tree, I took 
good aim, pulled the trigger, and as the bear swayed 
about a trifle I got badly scared, dropped the gun and 
ran with the speed of a deer. I was sure the bear was 
chasing me after I got well under way, and then I began 
to put forth all the vigor I could into my fleeing feet. As 
I proceeded I was positive I heard something pattering 
after me like the footfall of a pursuing bear. Faster and 
faster I went, and thump, thump, thump fell upon my 
ears at every step. I was so badly frightened that I was 
determined to spring on to the first tree I came to that I 
thought too small for a bear to climb. Finally coming 
across one in my rapid flight, I sprang to it with a super- 
human activity and was up in the crotch in a twinkle. I 
then turned to look at the bear, which I expected to see 
at the trunk of the tree, but he was nowhere to be seen. 
I assure you I was agreeably surprised, and after looking 
around for a while and getting rested, I started to come 
down and found that something held me to the tree. On 
examination I ascertained it to be a dead branch with 
withered leaves that was securely fastened to my coat 
pocket behind by a short prong which had doubtless 
hooked itself there in my race. That was the bear that 
was chasing me and had nearly frightened the life out of 
me. I smiled to think of it, and was really glad tbat I 
could smile. Well, I unhooked the prong, cast the 
branch away, climbed down, and then very carefully re- 
traced my flying footsteps. Coming at last to where I 
had shot at the bear, I saw my gun where I had left it, 
and then securing it, loaded anew and began the forward 
march for the bear, but it was with slow and very stealthy 
steps, I assure you. Reaching the tree where I had shot 
him, he was not to be seen, but there was a pool of blood 
and drippings that led from it. I followed the gory 
drops for quite a distance, and just as I was about to 
abandon all hope of finding the bear I saw just ahead of 
me what appeared like bruin's paw sticking out from a 
cluster of bushes. I cautiously went forward, with my 
gun cocked ready for all emergencies. Step by step I 
advanced, and then the paw soon came as a reality and 
there in the bushes was the bear, stone dead. That was 
my first bear, but since then I have killed several, and 
never had to beat a retreat." 
. This was the half-breed's recital in substance, but if 
you could have heard it as he told it you would have been 
deeply interested. It was given with a crude and ex- 
citing eloquence, accompanied by an impressive gesticu- 
lation that held us spellbound till the narrative closed. 
It was a melodrama at the camp-fire in one act. 
"Kenosh," said Ntd, "I was a participant in a bear ad- 
venture that resulted in my killing three bears without 
firing a single shot." 
"Killed three bear without a shot?" 
"Yes, sir." 
"How?" 
"It is too late to tell it now, but to-morrow evening I 
will give you the adventure complete." 
"All right, me like to hear it." 
Kenosh was somewhat taken aback at Ned's remark- 
able statement, but knowing him so well I was satisfied 
he had a fairy tale to weave, and that it would be sur- 
prisingly ingenious as well as distinctly novel, and make 
the half-breeds stare with open-eyed wonder. 
We retired that night under a sky that was ablaze with 
twinkling stars, and just as the moon was rising o'er the 
tree tops and spreading itself like powdered silver over 
craggy pinnacles and on the moaning waters. The silent 
hours of the night wore away and then gray dawn 
streaked the east, and soon the bright rays of the sun 
glimmered o'er the horizon and dissipated all the day- 
light dullness, while the woods and waters flushed to 
roseate hues. Alex. Staebuck. 
[to be continued.] 
enter into the matter at all, as I understand it; but the 
grief of the situation is in being entirely shut out of Pelee 
and the adjacent Canada waters during the only month 
possible for spring fishing. Our understanding is that the 
license regulation does not affect anything but the border 
waters of Canada, and only those under certain con- 
ditions (see section 10 on page 60 of Game Laws in 
Brief). Those of us who were "domiciled" on Pelee, 
either in the club house or at a boarding house at the 
south end, never had any license to pay while paying 
board to Canadians and employing Canadian boats and 
men. Jay Beebe. 
PELEE ISLAND BASS FISHING. 
Toledo, O., June 16.— Editor Forest and Stream: The 
•complication in the Canadian fishing situation, about 
which you inquire, does not grow out of the license ques- 
tion, but out of the change in the close season. For a 
number of years the opening of the bass fishing in the 
waters about Pelee Island was fixed by a special "Order 
in Council" on May 15. At least we were always given to 
understand that such was the case, and the Chicago 
(Pelee) club and the Dayton and Toledo people were al- 
ways on hand to begin promptly on that date. But four 
or five years ago we were told that the special order was 
not likely to be extended, and that we would be obliged 
to conform at Pelee to the general order for Ontario and 
Quebec, which fixes the beginning of the open season on 
June 15 instead of a month earlier (see page 56 of Game 
Laws in Brief, paragraph "Bass"). But eheu! (beg par- 
don) the very cream of the bass fishing about the Lake 
Erie islands comes between May 15 and June 1, and all 
that is left after the 15th of the latter month is virtually 
nil In an average season the bass are in excellent con- 
dition up to June 1; the water being still cold, and the 
development of spawn not having gone far enough to 
make such fishing objectionable. But no appeal or influ- 
ence has thus far been able to secure a modification of 
the general order for the benefit of the Pelee fishermen. 
So you will see that the question of license does not 
New Jersey Coast Fishing. 
Asbtjet Park, N. J., June 16.— While fishing along the 
coast is not as good as has been experienced in seasons 
past, still enough bass and kingfish are being taken to 
keep the appetite of the angler up to the expectant degree. 
The four heaviest so far this season are to the credit of 
James Ronan, 201bs. ; Mart Rogers, 181bs. ; Wm. Moynan, 
familiarly known as the "bass king," and Charles Atkins, 
13£lbs. each. More or less of the lighter weights are 
taken nearly every day from some point along the beach. 
In point of numbers, by far the greater part has fallen to 
the rod of Moynan. The local newspapers each season 
periodically display headlines such as "Moynan's Luck," 
"Moynan, the Lucky Fisherman," etc., which is simply 
rot— his eminent success being entirely due to his con- 
summate skill and perfect knowledge of the habits of the 
quarry, coupled with an abundance of leisure time. 
Manasquan inlet is affording some excellent sport. Dr. 
G. B. Herbert took six bass, weight 3 to 8lbs. respectively, 
and fifteen kingfish all at one tide one evening recently. 
The very poor facilities for procuring boats and bait at 
that point have long been a drawback. It is beyond 
doubt one of the very best fishing grounds along our 
coast. 
There is a gathering of war clouds just now over Bar- 
negat Bay. The law which prohibits fishing with "nets 
between June and September the fishermen claim is op- 
pressive and unjust, and they will resist all efforts to en- 
force the law. It appears to be a fact that already they 
have armed themselves and are prepared for the fray. 
To those people a word of advice may not be out of order: 
"Don't." While the territory is large and the number of 
wardens is inadequate to full protection, still the law as 
it stands is of such wise conception and its benefits so un- 
questioned that resistance such as proposed will be met 
by resistance and intolerance of a marked character. 
Barnegat Bay is the only natural spawning ground in our 
State left unpolluted, and the continued enforcement of 
the present law will prove of the greatest benefit in the' 
future, as every year a very multitude of the young of 
the finest of our food fishes are nurtured in these waters.. 
How long must it be ere the men who make their livings 
and fortunes netting fish will learn that their prosperity 
depends on the protection of fish on their spawning 
grounds? 
Just as I am writing this, "Uncle" George Brown,, 
bending with the weight of his 93 years, bringa 
to my office a magnificent bass of 18|lbs. weight, taken 
by himself from our pier. Although hooked and par- 
tially killed by him, his aged hand and feeble steps were 
not equal to the task of the fight to the finish and the rod 
was turned over to the masterly hand of Moynan, and the 
prize is secured. But to "Uncle" George the glory be- 
longs, and who, after witnessing the glow of the eye and 
exultant bearing of this aged patriarch, could doubt that 
the love of the true angler is as lasting as life itself. 
Leonard Hulit. 
Forked River, N. J., June 18.— On Tuesday, June 16, 
I caught forty-seven weakfish in Barnegat Bay, off the 
Waretown shore; the weight of the same was 2 and 31bs. 
M. Carroll Baines. 
A Few Days in Maine Woods. 
Boston, June 20. — I will briefly report my luck. There 
is a stream 'way down in Maine — the Auberton — tbat has 
yielded me fine returns for labor expended, and this year 
was no exception to the rule, although the weather was 
all against me. It had rained for three days before I got 
there, and it continued to rain at intervals the four days 
I was there. The ride down, although a long one, was de- 
lightfully cool, and the extensive Maine farms never 
looked better. Redington Mills, nine miles from Range- 
ley, was my destination, and I was cordially greeted by 
my friend Willis Eaton, the chief clerk of the corpora- 
tion. He is also justice of the peace, postmaster and 
general head man of the settlement. The weather was 
extremely cold as well as rainy, and it was almost impos- 
sible to get near enough the main stream to fish it. How- 
ever, I managed one day to strike them right, and took 
out a number of beauties in the pools just below the dam. 
These, with what I caught from the pond by permission 
of my aforesaid friend, made a handsome lot, of which 
several friends received their usual share. While at Red- 
ington Mills I saw several parties coming out from Range- 
ley, all of whom reported the fishing excellent. 
William B. Smart. 
Sport with the Chinooks. 
Portland, Ore., June 13. — The boys are having great 
aport with the Chinook salmon at the falls of the Willa- 
mette. Good catches have been of almost daily occur- 
rence for the past month, and the indications point to at 
least a fortnight more of it. To my mind this country 
affords no finer sport than a half hour's contest with a 20- 
pounder in the suds of the rapids below the falls. The 
strike can best be compared to a mild electric shock, 
while the contest "thrills as it fills every animate part," 
as all salmon fishermen who have hooked, played and 
properly landed one of these finny kings will readily tes- 
tify. 
My good friend, J. Roberts Mead, made quite a 
record yesterday; He went up to the falls not very early 
in the day and returned in time for his regular supper 
with twelve salmon of the aggregate weight of 132£lbs,, 
all caught with spoon. Their weights in the order of 
capture were as follows: 201bs., 151bs., 61bs., 201bs. , 
I71bs., 181bs., 21bs., lO^lbs., lilbs., 71bs., 81bs., 7£lbs. 
S. H. Greene. 
