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them, even to the poor? But he says that their fishing 
was done under the inspection of the Fish Commission, 
who gave permission for the fish to leave the State for the 
purpose indicated. 
I confess to unmitigated surprise at learning that any- 
such virgin water was left even in the Wisconsin wilder- 
ness, but this will give an idea of what it once was, I 
trust that our friends will keep this water equally good 
for many years to come, and continue to enjoy a royal 
sport in every way. And if they will oblige us by putting 
back the muscallonge they do not want to eat or have 
mounted or to send to friends, we will not grumble if they 
never tell where their new lake is, 
A Kentucky Pike. 
Away last winter a stranger came into the Fohest and 
Stream office here in Chicago and introduced himself as 
Mr. Dupuy, of Ironton, Ohio, saj^ng that he bore a mes- 
sage and package from his brother James Dupuy, of that 
city. The package proved to be the head of a monster 
pike, and accompanying it were the light rod and reel on 
which it was taken. Mr. Dupuy and his brother were at 
all that pains to let Forest and Stream know of their 
exploit, which was in many ways a notable and curious 
one. At that time I wrote mention of this fish and told 
of the details of its capture, but oddly enough the copy- 
was lost and never appeared. I did not feel sure of this 
until 1 wrote Mr. Dupuy this past week and asked him 
about it, and now have his letter telling of his disappoint- 
ment at not seeing his big pike in print, for which, under 
the circumstances, one could not blame him, though he 
will remember that good things are often abstracted from 
the mails or go otherwise astray, especially in a newspa- 
per office, where it is impossible to do all the things that 
are intended to be done. This is an instance of what is 
technically called "grief" in the perfesh, and we will see 
what can be done to show innocence and a desire to 
make amends. I have a very clear recollection of the big 
pike's head and of the circumstances of its capture, but I 
do not at this moment recall the exact weight, though I 
feel sure it was over SOlbs. The fish was taken by Mr. 
Dupuy and his brother, and their companion or oarsman, 
in a deep creek which runs into the Ohio from the Ken- 
tucky side, called Tygart Creek. There is a deep reach 
in that stream, and the anglers had noticed a few of these 
big pike there at an earlier time. They went after this 
old fellow with malice aforethought, and were ready for 
a big fish, though they did not expect quite so large an one 
as this one proved. It was in November last, and at that 
time the pike seemed to have a habit of lying near the 
surface among the leaves. This fellow was thus lying 
close inshore, and struck the big minnow Mr. Dupuy of- 
fered him. There was a red-hot fight, and no ga£E hook, 
pistol or club in the boat. The Kentucky friend of the 
anglers at length reached his arms under the pike and 
lif tPd him in that way, together with a lot of leaves and 
stuff which had gathered on the line. The pike was killed 
on light bass tacliie. 
I recall that this pike head was spotted with dark, reg- 
ular, exactly round black spots on the jaws and gill cov- 
ers. If there were any scales on the lower half of the 
cheek plates they must have been very faint. I recall 
distinctly that the shape of the snout and head was short, 
direct, and not dished out like that of the pike ordinarily 
speaking. It was almost identical with the lines of the 
muscallonge head. Mr. Dupuy said that the entire body 
had these regular black spots all over it, and not the ob- 
long white spots of the pickerel, He said the spots were 
a trifle larger than the end of a lead pencil. They had 
faded a little under the action of the arsenical prepara- 
tion used in preserving the bead, but as I saw the head 
they were plainly visible. I have never seen a pickerel 
marked in that way, nor a Great Northern pike, nor in- 
deed do I recall a muscallonge marked in just the same 
way, though this seemed to me more like a muscallonge 
than a Great Northern pike. The fish always remained a 
mystery to me, and 1 hoped further information concern- 
ing it from those who are more familiar with the big pike 
family in that neighborhood. I am told that the muscal- 
longe is native to the Ohio water — or once was — and per- 
haps this old fellow was a 'lunge after all. I feel sure the 
readers of Forest and Stream will be obliged to Mr. Du- 
puy if he will again state the weight of the fish, and give 
any further facts concerning it, correcting any mistakes 
my memory may cause. I should personally like to know 
just what that big Tygart Creek pike was. 
A Thousand Trout. 
Mr. J. M. Clark, of the Wilkinson Co., this city, tells 
me he and his party caught 1,000 trout in the Little 
Manistee, Michigan South Peninsula, on their two days' 
trip, Decoration Day. They took no grayling. The 
largest trout ran about l^lbs. 
Sad Epidemic. 
Mr. A. Friese, of the Milwaukee Sentinel, Milwaukee, 
Wis., tells me that a sad epidemic has set in at the Mahn- 
awauk O. C, which embraced some of the most energetic 
young sportsmen of that city, and nearly the entire club 
is now in a condition of matrimony. Nevertheless a 
number of the club will go to Mullet Lake camp of the 
Western Canoe Association, July 11, near Petoskey , Mich- 
igan South Peninsula, where the combined attractions of 
sailing and fishing are too much to be resisted. Trout 
and bass are both accessible from that point. 
Among the Railroads. 
The Chicago & Northwestern Railway has out a new 
and neat little tabulated list of good fishing points, how 
to get to them, what the expense and what the accom- 
modations there, etc., etc., the whole better than the 
average railroad fishing gazette. It is alphabetical and 
covers the entire West, from Chicago to the Selkirks. 
The Wisconsin Central road has put on its baggage cars 
a series of stalls for the safe and speedy handling of the 
hundreds of bicycles which go up each day to its summer 
country with tourists. Platforms are built over the wheel 
stalls and the trunks are put up there, so the wheels are 
safe. The wheel has come to stay in about every rank of 
life apparently, and this recognition is appreciated by 
many who like to go fishing and bicycling at the same 
time. 
The Finest Fishing Library. 
The finest angling library in the West, and probably in 
the entire world, is said to be that of Mr. Eobert Clarke, 
of Cincinnati, who has 1,500 books on angling; among 
hese are sixty-five dift'erent Waltons, The second best 
library on angling topics is that contained in the New- 
berry library, of Chicago, which is especially rich in 
sportsmen's literature. 
Dog's Best Friend. 
On June 36 the lake steamer Milwaukee picked up ^ 
large Newfoundland dog which was discovered swimming 
by itself about ten miles from shore in Lake Michigan. 
When asked what it was doing out there the dog made no 
intelligible reply, but it would appear that this was a 
case where man was the dog's best friend. 
The Sea Serpent. 
A sea serpent 100ft. long was seen this week in Sfcorr's 
Lake, near Milton, Wis. This will account for the disap- 
pearance of the serpent from its usual haunts near New 
York. Westward the path of empire, etc. 
Vagaries of Muscallonge. 
It is not all of fishing to fish. The best of it is catching 
something. A great many Chicago anglers spend a 
pretty penny going up into the muscallonge country and 
often come back after weeks of patient eflfort without 
even a muscallonge feather to prove their diligence. On 
the other hand, a plain citizen, with yellow whiskers and 
a straw hat, may jump right in where angels fear to 
tread and do business from the start. Last week a man 
and his wife who live in the little pine woods village of 
Eagle River, Wis. , strolled out to the old and much fished 
water, Catfish Lake, to see if they could get a mess of 
fish for supper. In two hours they came back with three 
muscallonge, one weighing 431b8., one 181bs. and one 
lOlbs. A great many Chicago 'lunge fishers shed tears on 
hearing of this. But Fortune continues to turn her wheel 
according to her own notions. 
The Bicycle In the Pine Woods. 
The village of Eagle River, up in the muscallonge coun- 
try, is nearly or quite on the edge of the world, and is in 
the middle of a wilderness of sand and pine. Yet a re- 
turned Chicago angler says that the only reading matter 
he saw on his trip was the posted notices of the town 
trustees of Eagle River, warning bicyclists not to ride on 
the sidewalks — an injunction almost equivalent to order- 
ing them off the earth. 
Another Hidden Lake. 
Messrs. Stephen Sutherland and W. B. Wrenn are two 
ardent muscallonge anglers, and they have portaged 
often into many far waters in the past up in Wisconsin. 
Of late it has been thought about impossible to find any 
new water, but these two gentlemen claim that late last 
fall they did make a trip into an unknown part of the 
wilderness, whose whereabouts they refuse to disclose, 
and had a day of fishing such as one reads about in the 
old records, but not in the modern stories of the sport. 
They caught thirty muscallonge that weighed 6001b8. Their 
trip was hurried, and they describe the country as awful 
to get into, but they are planning a return this fall. 
Bass Left to Rot. 
Up in the pine woods of Wisconsin is a fine little bass 
lake called John's liake. Perhaps one would better say 
that it once was a fine little lake. Not long ago a party of 
true sportsmen, seeking for the glory of a record, went 
in there and in one day caught SOOlbs. of black bass, 
which they piled up and left to rot on the banks of the 
lake, after the fashion of certain of the early record- 
making muscallonge fishers who have sought to gain 
glory by telling of their takes in the early days ten years 
or more ago. To-day the guides say that John's Lake is 
not a fine bass water any more. But consider the ex- 
quisite sportsman's skill it must have required to take 
bass on that water when the anglers above referred to 
went in there — ^the delicacy of judgment, the rare art of 
angling, the absolute gentlemanly sport it must have 
been, to take SOOlbs. of bass in one day — so many they 
had to be piled up and left to rot! Was not that a record? 
Unfortunately I can not learn the names of these men or 
I would gladly give them for publication. They deserve 
the immortality of shame. E. Hough. 
1206 BoYCK Building, Chicago. 
NEW ENGLAND FISHERMEN. 
Boston, July 6,— Mr. C. H. Andrews has lately re- 
turned from a bass and pickerel fishing trip. He went 
with his doctor, being a good deal "under the weather." 
He did not derive, the benefit expected from his spring 
trout fishing trip. The weather was cold and rough. 
But this time he has been out and "browned up," with a 
good deal of improvement, at which his friends are greatly 
pleased. 
The landlocked salmon record at Rangeley Lake, already 
referred to, is a remarkable one. The lirst twenty-one 
salmon taken by guests of the Rangeley Lake House, and 
almost within sight of the house, actually weighed 1351b8. 
2oz., an average of 6lb8. 7oz. to the fish. Fifteen of the 
same fish weighed 1131bs. 14oz., an average of 71bs. 8oz, 
The catch of the above fish began May 9 and ended June 
4. A great many large salmon have also been taken 
since. 
Another sporting club of Maine gentlemen and a 
few Boston members has lately been formed. A number 
of the gentlemen have the honorable attached to their 
names, and the club might well be styled The Honorables. 
Camps are being established at West Sabois. The mem- 
bership is as follows: Judge W. P. Whitehouse, Hon, 
Herbert M. Heath and Gen. W. S. Choate, Augusta, Me. ; 
Hon. L. T. Carlton, Fish and Game Commissioner, Win- 
throp; A. M. Spear, County Attorney, Geo. W. Heselton, 
Dr. W. P. Giddings, Gardiner; Hon. W. T. Haines, 
Waterville; G. G. McCausland and Wm. G, Wood, of 
Boston. The old camp, purchased by the party with the 
lot, is to be used for the guides, and new and handsome 
camps erected for the party and guests. Fishing is ex- 
cellent, and for a hunting region it is one of the best in 
the State. 
The Maine Fish and Game Commissioners have reports 
froaa nearly all the best game sections, and these reports 
are most cheering for the hunters. Daer are believed to 
be more abundant than a year ago, while moose are be- 
lieved to have stood up against the severe hunting given 
them last year fairly well. They have been seen in 
various parts of the State, in about the same numbers as 
a year ago. As for the caribou, they are a more uncertatu 
quantity. The Commissioners believe that they are so far 
migratory in their habits as to be very hard to locate. 
Many have been seen since the departure of the snow of 
winter, especially in the upper Aroostook region. This is 
also the section where they were the most abundant last 
year. Moose have actually come down into the hay 
fields in several sections, if we are to believe th'e reports. 
As for partridges, the quantity is uncertain. They have 
been seen by fishermen and others in about the usual 
numbers, but it is too early to be certain about the broods. 
Walter M. Brackett, the salmon parater, is at his sal- 
mon preserve, on the Northeast Branch of the Sainte 
Marguerite, just below the preserve of Mr. D. H. 
Blanchard. He will be absent several weeks. 
Mr. 0, P. Stevens is at home again from his spring fish- 
ing trip. His great success with landlocked salmon at 
Rangeley has already been mentioned in the Forest and 
Stream. 
Mr. Rodney P. Woodman has gone on his summer fly- 
fishing trip to Parlin Pond and the ponds above. Some 
good reports are due from him. Special., 
TROUT OF SQUATTICK LAKE, QUEBEC. 
Editor Forest and Stream: 
I have just returned from a trip from here across Lake 
Temisconata, through the two Touladi lakes, to the Fork; 
then up the Squattick branch, through Squattick Lakes 
No3. 1 and 2 into Lake No. 3, where I camped on the east 
shore, at the mouth of a lovely stream running into the 
lake. At this spot, while my guide, Tom Frazsr (one of 
the most intelligent, energetic and trustworthy men I 
ever had), was cooking my evening meal, I took some 
lovely and very gamy trout out of the brook, or rather 
out of the lake just where the tail of the brook disap- 
pears. 
But what I sat down to write about is this: The next 
morning after camping at this spot, Friday last, the 26 th 
inst, , I paddled up the lake to within about SOOyds. of 
the mouth of the Squattick River, which forms the dis- 
charge of Lake No. 4, seven miles further south. Here I 
had some of the best fly-fishing that in an experience of 
forty years I have ever enjoyed. I took a great many 
fish, and between 9 and 11 A. M., in heavy rain, I landed 
seven trout that weighed Sis^lbs., the smallest being 3^ 
and the largest 4f lbs. I was fishing with two flies — a 
Parmachenee-belle (tail fly) and a brown hackle, tied as a 
fluttering fly by Abbey & Imrie, of Vesey street. On this 
last I took all of these seven large trout, and not with a 
morsel of worm, or a bit of fish skin, or anything else on 
the hook; but on the bare fly, taken from the surface 
with that swirling upward rush which brings an angler's 
heart into his mouth, so to speak. 
For years I have come every season to these waters, 
and the fishing is simply splendid, and seems to get better 
year by year. The lakes I have named are very little 
fished, for they lie in a remote region, where there is no 
settlement or any sign of man. Yet they are comparatively 
easy to reach ; for one embarks at the door of the house, 
Satre's Inn, here, and, with the exception of one portage 
of 300yds., need never leave the canoe again. The sce- 
nery, especially going up the Touladi River, is of the 
loveliest. There is fly-fishing all the way, except while 
in the deeper water of the lakes, and there I took grand 
trout with my baas rod, trolling with a tiny spoon about 
the size of the naU of one's forefinger. The only draw- 
back to one's pleasure is the flies; they are pretty bad. 
Geo. W. Dumbbll. 
NoTRB Damb du Lao, Quebec, June 30, 
THE "SOCK-EYES" OF THE FRASER. 
The particular salmon with whom we propose to travel 
are known as so6k-eyes to the vulgar, to the learned as 
OncJiorhynehus nerka. They are grown-up salmon,, re- 
cently wed, and bent upon spending their honeymoon 
upon the headwaters of the Fraser River. Between the 
time when they were born among the golden gravels of 
the Upper Fraser — probably about four years ago — and 
to-day no one knows anything about them. They went > 
down the Gulf of Georgia, we believe, and out into the 
North Pacific, and were lost to us in the great deeps. 
Neither do we know how they find their way back to the 
breeding grounds; we don't know whether the currents 
guide them, or mere blind instinct; we only know that 
once in four years they come in enormous numbers, that 
the second year the numbers are less, and that they go on 
decreasing until the bumper year comes round again. 
Almost everything connected with the salmon is a mys- 
tery. His birthplace we know, of his life we know 
scarcely anything, and those who know him best disagree 
most about his death. Some of us have seen the great 
shoals swarming up the Northern rivers, have seen the 
Fraser fairly wriggling with fish, have seen them lying 
two and two at intervals of a few feet in the gravelly 
streams of Alaska, or dead in hundreds on the mud flats 
at the head of the streams, where bears and bald-headed 
eagles gorge on their carcasses, or floating upright down 
the streams, red with corruption, and breaking to pieces 
as, they float; but we have never seen them recovering, 
never seen them making their way down stream, cured 
of their summer folly. What is more, the fish of the 
sock-eye sort are all of an even size. Every run is made 
up of thousands or millions of fish averaging 71b8. If 
they go back to the sea and return in one, two or ten 
years' time to the breeding grounds, they must return as 
they went, neither larger nor smaller, but just 71b8. fish. 
This is not the case with the big spring salmon, who varies 
from 12lb8. to SOlbs. 
In July the first of the great shoal come round Cape 
Flattery, on Vancouver Island, and news is sent post haste 
to the fishers on the Fraser that the Indians at Becher Bay 
are busy with the salmon. The Indians at Becher Bay are 
the outposts of the hostile army. Like other outposts, 
they are few in number, and the fish they take are scarcely 
missed from the shoal. Perhaps I ought to have said that 
even before the fish-eating Indians commenced their on- 
slaught at Becher Bay the seals had been at work, but 
these ravenous foes hang upon the flanks of the army of 
fish from the ocean to the river's mouth. I have seen 
them, in the gray of the morning, swimming up on 
the flood, many miles from the mouth of the Stickine 
River in Alaska, and the Gah only know from what depths 
of ocean they followed them thither. From Becher Bay 
onward the troubles of the sock-eye increase. His course 
is a well-known one, and his enemies lie in wait on every 
raile of it. Round every kelp bed there are spoons spin- 
ning, but these the sock-eye passes by untempted. The 
