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FOREST AND STREAM. 
is far from a tackle shop and the fish are taking one par- 
ticular fly, of which the supply in the fly book is lim- 
ited. 
Cookiner Ou&.nanlche In Bark. 
One evening I said to Maurice, in the shanty: "Can you 
cook a fish on the river to-morrow if we get one?" "Oh, 
yes; cook it in bark," 
The next morning, whUe we tumbled, slipped and fell 
to the bottom of the gorge where the pool holds court, 
Maurice remained behind to prepare for cooking a fish, 
but he appeared soon after we got the rods together. My 
first fish was too large for two people to eat, he said, but 
the next was just 2^1b8., which Maurice thought would 
be just right. Evidently he had confidence that we would 
kill fish that morning, for he started a fire before he had 
been on the island five minutes. The fire was in a trench 
in the sand, the trench being 2Ut. long and 2ft. wide, and 
about 1ft. deep. The fish was cleaned and scaled, and 
crimped with one long cut lengthwise of the fish above 
the backbone, and sprinkled with pepper and salt. It 
was then wrapped or rolled in a square sheet of birch 
bark and the ends of the bark folded over on the fish, and 
thus rolled it was placed folded ends down on a second 
square of bark, and again rolled in it. The folded ends 
of the second sheet of bark were tied down with roots, 
and the fish was wrapped about with root strings at inter- 
vals between the head and tail. The burning sticks were 
taken from the trench, and with his paddle Maurice dug 
a place in the hot sand to receive the fish and its wrap- 
pings of bark. The hot sand was drawn over the fish and 
the wood was replaced and fanned to a blaze over the fish. 
He said it would take twenty minutes to cook the fish, 
and I held the watch on him, as he had no watch, and I 
wondered how he would know when twenty minutes had 
elapsed. In twenty-three minutes he said the fish was 
done, and again he removed the wood, drew the ashes 
(few, by the way) and sand from around the wrapped fish, 
and exposed a dirty-looking package. Cutting the roots, 
he removed the outer bark and the ends, and picked and 
cut and turned the package between two paddles until he 
revealed the fish in its inner wrapping of clean bark, and 
placed it on a box before us. The bark formed a platter 
for the juices of the fish. The akin was removed, and 
butter, salt and pepper spread and sprinkled over the fish, 
and Rathbone began at one end of it with knife and fork 
and I at the other with similar tools, and we ate until we 
met in the middle of the fish and there was nothing left 
but bones. Then we wished that Maurice had cooked a 
larger fish, for I never ate a better one of any kind any- 
where on this beautiful green earth. 
Ouananiche and Grasshoppers. 
Maurice was preparing our luncheon at the Sscond 
Pool and I saw a break in the brou just above our landing 
and took my rod with me to see what it was. After a few 
casts I hooked a chub, which ended my fishing, and I sat 
down on a rock near the water where I could talk to 
Maurice. 
A larvse of the brown drake crawled up on a stone at 
my feet, split its encasing skin and spread its wings, and 
just then the water washed a little higher on the rock, 
bringing with it some irou which enveloped the poor 
little beggar of a drake and flattened and stuck his wings 
to the rock. I tried to help him out of his troubles and 
put him up on a log to dry where he would not be entan- 
gled in the foam, Maurice said it was something he 
could not understand, but ouananiche would not eat 
what other fish esteemed a delicacy. He tried them with 
grasshoppers on one occasion when the fish were feeding, 
but he could not get a single strike, and when finally he 
emptied his box of kicking, struggling grasshoppers on 
the water, and they floated down where the ouananiche 
were jumping, not one was taken by a fish. 
Pike-perch run up to the Island Pool of the Meta- 
betchouan, and this pool is just below the falls which bar 
even the ouananiche, but the rapids which the pike-perch 
overcome in reaching the Third Pool prove a barrier to 
the pike and none have ever been seen in any of the 
pools. Crayfish I found in abundance in the river and 
chubs are plentiful. Rathbone caught one very large 
chub at the Second Pool and did not kill him. Maurice 
says that when the ouan^miche are spawning in the Third 
Pool the chubs fairly swarm on the beds and eat the 
spawn, and the ouananiche pay no attention to them, 
while at other times if a chub approaches a ouananiche 
the latter fish will drive him away. 
We saw many young ouananiche in the pools jumping 
for flies, and we caught several as small as half a pound 
each or about that weight. These little fish could not 
have been down to the lake and must have been two years 
old, but they must have had an abundance of superior 
food to attain thesiza they had grown to in that time, for 
I have seen two-year-old sea salmon not more than half 
as large. The climb down to the Second Pool is not so 
diflicult as that to the Island Poo), but for the sake of 
fishing from the island I would make the descent if it 
were even steeper. 
Later Fishing on the River. 
We were early for the best fishing in the Metabet- 
chouan, and when we got back to Roverval I found a note 
from Mr. Merritt E, Haviland, of New York, who, with 
Dr. Hamilton, went up on the train with us from Quebec, 
asking if I would advise him to go to the river when they 
returned from the Saguenay. I left a note for him, ad- 
vising him to go, as I thought he would just about hit 
the run of ouananiche. Since my return home I have 
received the following letter from Mr. Haviland: 
"Dr. Hamilton and myself were very much obliged for 
the note which you left at the Hotel Roberval, and 
were also pleased to learn of your success on the Meta- 
betchouan. 
"We stayed there several days, but our average was 
not as good as yours, except as to weight of fish, which was 
about the same. Dr, Hamilton killed thirteen and I killed 
thirty-six ouananiche. He was there six days and I 
eleven. He left me, and I went to Lake Kenogami for 
trout. There I had fairly good success. The number 
few, but the average good, although my heaviest fish was 
only 4lb8. The day before I left the Metabetchouan Dr. 
Van Dyke, of New York, and his friend arrived and spent 
one night there. They had just come from Kenogami, 
and reported good success, so I went there. There were 
plenty of fish, but they would not rise freely to the fiy, 
and were logy. As compared to ouananiche it was 
tame sport. We did try the First Pool, notwithstanding 
Mr. Rathbone's suggestion that the road to it was practi- 
cally impossible, and we had very good luck there. 
"Dr. Hamilton and I noted the emphasis which you 
placed upon the statement of your having landed all the 
ouananiche you hooked. We appreciated this later when 
we were not as successful," 
If I placed emphasis upon the fact that I landed all the 
ouananiche I hooked I have forgotten it. When I first 
went to Lake St. John I was informed that if I saved two 
or three or four fish out of five hooked (I cannot now tell 
the proportion), I would be lucky. When I did not lose 
a single fish hoo'ked on a fly (I did lose some when I 
trolled for the fish with a spoon in the lake, and a man 
who fishes for ouananiche with a spoon deserves to lose 
them) I thought I was particularly favored, and this 
year neither Mr. Rathbone nor I lost a single fish that we 
hooked, and we considered ourselves particularly fortu- 
nate. But after my short experience, I do not know 
why a fisherman should lose a ouananiche properly 
hooked, if his tackle is sound, any quicker than any 
other game fishj still I may find out the next time I fish 
for them. ' A. N, Cheney, 
Honeoye Falls Anglers. 
HONEOTE Falls, Oct. 23,— The annual banquet of the 
Honeoye Falls Anglers' Association was held in the Wil- 
cox House last evening. Covers were laid for 100 mem- 
bers and guests. The large dining hall was finely 
decorated with flags and the various implements era- 
ployed in hunting and angling. After the feasting was 
over the reports of the officers of the Association were 
given by President Mather and Secretary L, E Gates, It 
was stated that the object of the Association was the 
propagation of fish and game in this vicinity and the sup- 
pression of illegal fishing and hunting. Secretary Gates 
stated that during the past year there had been placed in 
the waters of this vicinity the following fry: Honeoye 
Creek, 120,000 wall-eyed pike; Lima ponds, 20,000; Men- 
don ponds, 40,000. Five thousand brown trout fry and 
250 yearling trout had also been placed in the Mend on 
ponds. In addition to this work the Association had 
brought about the arrest and conviction of a number of 
illegal fishermen. 
FIXTURES. 
BENCH SHOWS, 
Dec. 1 to 4.— City of the Straits Kennel Club's local show, Detriot, 
Mich. R. H. Roberts, Sec'y- 
Dec. 8 to 11,— Augusta, Ga.— Georgia Poultry and Pet Stock Associ- 
ation. J. W. Killingsworth, Sec'y. 
Dec. 15 to 18.-=Central Michigan Poultry and Pet Stock Associa- 
tion's show, Lansing, Mich. 0. H. Crane, Sec'y. 
PIEIiD TRIALS. 
Nov. 8.— Osford, Mass.— New England Beagle Club's trials. W. S. 
Clark, Sec'y, Linden, Mass. 
Nov. 8.— Carlisle, Ind.— Union Field Trial Club's inaugural trials. 
P. T. Madison, Sec'y, Indianapolis, Ind. 
Nov. 10— Columbus, Wis.— Northwestern Beagle Club's trials. Louis 
Steffen, Sec'y, Milwaukee. 
Nov. 10,— Leamington, Ont.— Peninsular Field Tria Club, Leaming- 
ton, Ont. 
Nov. 10.— Waynesburg, Greene County, Pa.— Central Beagle Club's 
trials. L. O. Seidle, Sec'y. 
Nov. 16.— National Fox Hunting Association's third annual trials, 
Bardstown, Ky, F. J. Hagan, Sec'y. 
Nov. 16.— Newton, N. C— E. F. T. Club's trials. S. C. Bradley, Sec'y, 
Greenfield HQl, Conn. 
Nov. 17.— Chatham, Ont.— International Field Trial Club's trials. 
W. B. Wells, Sec'y, Chatham, Ont. 
Nov. 20.— ThomasvlUe, N. C— Philadelphia Kennel Club's trials. 
Dr. Alexander Glass, Sec'y, 2125 San.som street, Philadelphia. 
Nov. 23,— Newton, N. C— U. S. F. T. Club's taU trials, W. B. Staf- 
ford, Sec'y. 
Dec. 14.— Athens, Ala.— Dixie Red Fox Club's second annual trials 
J. H. Wallace, Sec'y, Huntsville, Ala. 
1897. 
Jan. 11.— Tupela, Miss.— Continental Field Trial Club's quail trials. 
P. T. Madison, Sec'y. 
Jan. 18.— West Point, Miss.— U. S. F. T. 0. winter trials. W. B. 
Stafford, Seo'y, Trenton, Tenn. 
ME AND THE PUP. 
OukBA, liJeh.—^BIditor Forest and Stream: A pup is a 
curious critter — almost as much so as some men I have 
had the good fortune to meet, and I have had lots of 
experience with both. With the four-legged variety it 
has covered the entire range from very good to very bad, 
sometimes, in truth, worse than very bad, and candor 
compels me to state that most of them come under the 
latter heading, 
I once owned an Irish setter of unimpeachable ances- 
tors—a regular swell, so to speak— and when I first brought 
him home great was the rejoicing. Well, we took him 
out hunting, just to make the other fellows who thought 
they owned good dogs feel sorry for themselves; but some- 
how it didn't have the desired efiect, while those common 
meatdogswho didn'thave a paternal ancestor amongthem 
that they cared to introduce in polite society just humped 
themselves around the stubble fields and found all kinds 
of birds. My beautiful sprig of gentility walked disdain- 
fully under the wagon and carried his nose very high in 
the air; still, I had faith in him. Perhaps he was just 
waiting for them to show their ignorance, and then in- 
tended to start in and show them how the thing should 
be properly done; perhaps those were his thoughts, but if 
so, he never had a chance to show us, for just about that 
time some one shot a chicken close to the wagon, and 
there was an indistinct red streak seen going over the top 
of the hill, and we found him brooding over his griev- 
ances under the front porch when we got home. Two 
days later he followed a farmer's wagon off, and we 
haven't seen him since. That was three years ago, and I 
suppose he is still my dog, though I never hunted for him 
hard enough to find him. 
My next was a pointer bitch. She had, and still has, 
her good and bad points, for I own her still. She is a fair 
quail dog, but for other birds she— but she is a lady, and 
I'll say no more. 
But I stai-ted out to tell you about the pup. He's great. 
Such a pedigree was never before seen. All the blue blood 
and greatness in the English setter race is concentrated in 
this precious pup of mine. I saw him when with his 
brothers and sisters he had just opened his eyes on this 
cruel world, and as I looked over the kennel fence (his 
mother was a little quick-tempered) my heart yearned for 
him, and I bought him then and there. On account of 
his youth I left him with his mother for a time, but the 
other day, being in the place of his nativity, I concluded 
that as he was six months old he had better come home 
and begin his education. The man who raised hirn sug- 
gested that we had better put him in a crate and ship him 
by express, but I was afraid to trust such a valuable 
package to the tender mercies of an express company, 
and as I expected to be home in a couple of days, ! 
thought the occasion good to make his acquaintance and 
get used to each other's little idiosyncrasies. The first 
part of the journey was by stage, and by the way he 
curled up on the mail sacks and made himself at home I 
erroneously concluded that he was a philosopher. His 
breakfast had consisted of mush and milk, mostly milk, 
I think, and as we progressed the jolting of the stage 
seemed to have a disturbing effect. It made him seasick, 
and the driver was tickled to death. 
The next part of our route was by rail, and we stood on 
the platform patiently waiting for the train. Pup was 
still feeling slightly indisposed, but he kept his weather 
eye open for emergencies. Presently the train came 
rushing in, steam escaping and whistle blowing, and it 
scared the pup almost to death; and as the rope I held was 
strong, instead of bolting he went straight up in the air 
about 4ft, It was with the utmost difficulty that we got 
him on the train, but I did at last, and fondly thought the 
yrorst was over; but it wasn't. We made him a nice bed 
in the basement for the night, gave him his supper and 
tucked him in, He kept reasonably quiet, for a wonder, 
though he did howl once in a while. 
The next day was Sunday, and for the purpose of get- 
ting him used to his surroundings he spent the day en 
famille. During the afternoon it clpuded up and began 
to. rain and we had to come in the house, and for fear he 
would run away brought the pup in too. There is where 
we made a mistake, for when his bedtime came, and we 
put him back in his quarters, he refused to be comforted 
and set up the most dismal howling ever heard. During the 
day a member of the family had had a dangerous surgical 
operation performed and the doctors enjoined perfect 
quiet, and that pup wouldn't do a thing but howl. We 
tried all sorts of expedients. We even got another dog to 
keep him company; but it was no use — the only place he 
would stay was at the top of the basement stairs, and 
there his high tenor notes rang out loud and clear. This 
would never do, for it drove the sick man frantic, and to 
add to the general discomfort a heavy thunderstorm came 
up, and at every peal of thunder the pup raised his voice 
the louder. He craved society, and the only way in which 
we could quiet him was to admit him to the family cir- 
cle. There he became as docile and lamblike as our fond- 
est hopes could wish, and he settled down and slept the 
sleep of the righteous. 
Bedtime finally came, but do you think Jerry would 
consent to sleep alone? Not much, I had dark thoughts 
of taking him out and losing him, but it was raining too 
hard, and I didn't, and to pacify him finally admitted 
him to the bedroom. When I finally retired, after put- 
ting out the lights, and sank to repose, I imagined that 
my troubles were over for the night, but I failed to con- 
sult the wishes of our canine friend. He didn't like the 
darkness, and wandered around like a lost soul, bumping 
his head into every piece of furniture in the room, and 
capping the climax by pushing his damp, inquiring nose 
into the face of my sleeping spouse. After her fright was 
over she said some very severe and uncomplimentary 
things about pups in general and this one in particular. 
Then I rose in my wrath and yanked that pup up by the 
scruff of his neck into the next room and lit the gas for 
his benefit. That seemed to suit him better, and I left 
him to his own reflections. He made himself a soft bed 
in my wife's silk couch pillows and settled down. She 
doesn't know it, and I fervently, oh, so fervently, hope 
she never will. 
Daylight at length came and with it renewed activity 
on the part of the purp; in his tour of investigation he 
concluded to get into bed with my young son, and as the 
kid didn't wake up and the pup kept quiet, I let him 
alone. 
Promptly after breakfast I tied a string to his collar and 
led him down town, where he had difficulties with elec- 
tric cars and bicycles, and wanted to bolt into every open 
door he saw. After much search I found a colored gen- 
tleman who consented to take his education in charge for 
a consideration; he didn't know what a contract he un- 
dertook, I saw him again the other day and he looked 
very sad; he informed me incidentally that the job was 
worth more money, and broke it to_me gently that my 
blue-blooded Jerry was about the worst gun-shy dog he 
had ever seen. W. R. Hall. 
Field Trials and Field Dogs. 
Shebrill's Ford, N. C, Oct, 1^,— Editor Forest and 
Stream: I think the article in last week's issue under 
"Field Trials and Field Dogs" just a little bit rough, in 
making the statement that field trial dogs have not im- 
proved in their manner of doing the work required in 
field shooting, or come up to the sportsman's standard, as 
he should have done. 
Is it the dog himself who has lost ground in the opinion 
of those who once supported him? or is it the expense and 
uncertainty of winning at a field trial? or perhaps, as is 
often the case, the simple tiring of a hobby that has been 
taken up and dropped? 
I claim and always shall believe that the field trial win- 
ner is the best and most perfect of all shooting dogs; that 
is, that he will give you more shots in one day and do it 
in better style than the ordinary dog. In cases where 
this does not happen so, the so-called plug shooting dog 
would be a winner if run in competition, I will mention 
a few of the winners of last year that I can remember, and 
the writer, who evidently follows field trials, must admit 
from what he saw of them that anyone would make a 
most charming shooting dog, and furthermore, I will 
venture to say, all of them can be handled with only a 
toot of the whistle and wave of the arm when the dog 
throws up his head to locate his handler. What more 
perfect dog than Jingo (who was sold as a shooting dog), 
Minnie T., Count Gladstone IV., India, Nabob, Rip Saw, 
Delhi, Tamarac, Jr., Von Gull; and if old Rip Rap is not 
a good rough-and-tumble shooting dog that will give you 
every shot possible, then I never saw one, 
AU that is said of bad, improper breaking and unneces- 
sary whistUng at field trials and the advantages and dis- 
advantages obtained therefrom is perfectly true, but there 
is no reason whatever for any of it. The rules and regula- 
tions amply provide for aU of this, and it reste with the 
