Feb. 13, 1897.] FOREST AND STREAM. ISl 
the next morning. In vain was the attempt to release the 
net hy use of the cltiisels attached to the poles, and the net 
w as finally cut from the cork line toward the bottom as far 
as one could reach, and then torn by thain strength — fortu- 
iiately all of the net was recovered. 
A smaller net was then used at the head of the reservoir, 
and millions of chub and other small fish were captured and 
sent to their different destinations. The attempt to capture 
larger fish was then abandoned till a better seasoa of the 
year. The nets were gathered together the foil jwing morn- 
ing and the start made for the Newfoundland depot. 
Thus ended the first attempt to capture pickerel from Oak 
Ridge and Clinton reservoirs for stocking purposes. 
Wild Honey. 
Good Work by the New Jersey Commission. 
The New Jersey Fish and Game Commission have been 
Yetj_ successful in obt dning game fish from the Delaware & 
Raritan Canal for restocking some of the depleted lakes and 
ponds of that State. The waters of the canal were recently 
drawn off, leaving many deep holes or basins filled with fish. 
These places have been netted and thousands of pDuuds of 
black bass, Owego bass, pickerel and yellow p^rch have 
been captured. The pickerel, some measuriug 20in. in 
length, went to Greenwood Lake. The bass were sent to 
Lake Hopatcong and the South Branch of the Raritan, at 
Clinton. The yellow perch went to New Egypt Pond, 
Ocean county, and also to Hartshorne's Pond at Freehold, 
N. J. 
There still remains a large number of fish which the Com 
mission will order captured and sent to lakes or streams 
most needing them. The present cold weather has greatly 
hindered the work. 
Steelhead Enthusiasts. 
vSan Francisco, Cal.— Humboldt county, in this State, is 
the home of that king of game fish, the steelhead trout. 
During my last vacation I met two old gentlemen — one an 
Englishman, the other aa Irishman — who have fished 
throughout Great Britain and the United States, and they 
pronounced the steelhead equal to any trout they had ever 
caught, for its game and table qualities In proof of this 
statement, these gentlemen undergo the inconveniences of a 
rough sea trip of 250 miles and the crossing of one of the 
roughest bars on the coast every year in order that they may 
indulge in their favorite pastime. T. 
Three Fish on a Hook. 
Last week we noted the fact that Van Meigs caught two 
fish on one hook. Tuesday morning he repeated the act, 
this time a 12Ib. pickerel swdUowing a l^lb pike which had 
been hooked. If we count the minnow which was used for 
bait we 8uppo,se we could truthfully say that Van had three 
fish on one hook. — Fox Lake {Wis.) Bepresentative. 
The New Vork Commission Report. 
The demand for the report of the New York Commission 
of Fisheries, Game and Forests for 1895 has largely exceeded 
the supply, The edition has been exhausted, and we under- 
stand that there are on fi^le the names of several tnousands 
of applicants for whom there were no books left. A second 
edition may be issued. 
The Fishes near New York. 
Before the New York Linnsean Society, at the American 
Museum of Natural History, on Feb. 23, Mr. Eugene Smith 
will read a paper on "The Fishes of the Fresh and Brackish 
Waters of the Vicinity of New York City," illustrated with 
specimens. 
Dr. J. A. Henshall. 
Dr. J. A. 1Iensh:ai.l has taken charge of the newly-estab- 
lished United States fish hatchery at Bozetnan, Mont. 
"Men I Have Fished With. 
The continuance of Mr. Mather's series of chapters "Men 
I Have F.shed With" will be given in our next issue. 
The Natchaug Line and Reel. 
Mr. a. D. Chaffee, manufacturer of the famous Natchaug line, has 
hit upon the device of a wmding reel, wound upon which, when it 
comes from the factory, the line is ready for transferring to the reel 
proper with the least possible trouble. The illustraiion in the Nat- 
chaug adv. shows what a happy trick it is, It deserves to make a hit. 
- Adv. 
FIXTURES, 
BENCH SHOWS, 
i'eb. y?- 5. New York, Westminster Kennel Club. 
March 3-6. St. Louis — St. Louis Kennel Club 
March 10-13.— Chicago Mi^scoutah Kennel Club. 
March vi-n —Pittsburg — Duquesne Kennel Club. 
March 17-20,— Louisville - Kentucky Kennel Club. 
March 30-April y.— Baltimore.— Baltimore Kennel Association. 
March 30-April 2. -Kansas City.— Kansas City Kennel Club. 
March 3 -April 3.— Sak Josfi— Santa Clara County Poultry and 
Kennel Club. 
April 7-10.- Stockton. — Stockton Kennel Club. 
April 1!-17.— Los Angeles.— Southern California Kennel Club. 
BRUNSWICK FUR CLUB. 
Echoes of the Annual Meet. 
Db. a. C. Heppengee, of Portsmouth, N. H., president of 
the Brunswick Fur Club, is eminently the right man in the 
right place. He can not only wield the gavel and bring a 
meeting to order in double-quick time, as well as furnish a 
good song or two with a rollicking chorus, but he also pos- 
sesses the requisite qualities of generalship that go to make 
up an ideal president. Torment and Joe Forester, the two 
hounds that the president had along with him, are both 
good- lookers, but I had no chance to see them work. 
The conditions under which the annual meet of the 
Brunswick, Me., Fur Club was held this- year made it ut- 
terly hopeless to criticise hound work M'ith any degree of 
fairness and accuracy. It was just such weather as is liable 
to make the best of hounds loafers. What was the nee of 
trying to drive a fox without a particle of snow on the 
ground, the thermometer hovering around the zero mark 
and with a .strong northwest wind blowing that made it 
feel even colder than it was. That hounds could do any- 
thing in such weather and under such conditions was 
what astonished me. 
Mr. C. J. Gilman, a resident of Brunswick, did not brave 
the rigors of the wintry weath er on a runway , but he nightly 
braved the atmosphere of the Green Room of the Tontine 
Hotel and killed more foxes and coons over the round 
table than anybody else. He made a bold bid for the 
meerschaum pipe, but failed to touch Fred Wilson's score. 
In the matter of hunting, fishing and the procuring of , 
various articles of seafood Mr. Gilman is never "out of 
soundings" (as the commander of the Brunswick navy, 
Capt. E. B. Nickerson, would nautically put it). In fact, 
what Mr. Gilman doesn't know about Casco Bay, its clams, 
lobsters, inlets and outlets, is not worth knowiiig. Though 
Mr. Gilman publicly stumped me with many of his ques- 
tions and theories, I bear him no malice; my Ijat is off to 
the gentleman. 
Rich Hunnewell, of Lewiston (or rather South Dan- 
ville), Me., is one of the sort of men whom one calls 
"Rich" on first acquaintance, no matter if his full name is 
Richard. Rich was present on the finst two days of the 
meet, and on the second day I stuck to him because he 
wasn't everlastingly piling off after the hounds. He hunt- 
ed foxes just as I like to hunt them when on foot. He'd 
sooner sit still and listen to the music than pound up and 
down in hopes of cutting off' the fox; not but what Rich 
can run when he thinks he can beat the fo.^. He is the 
owner of a foxhound that is quite a wonder in its way, 
according to Noel Money, who has seen it work. And, by 
the way, Mr, Hunnewell told me a good story about Noel 
Money that runs somewhat as follows: Last October Noel 
was stopping for a few days among the foxes and ruffed 
grouse around Lewiston and was the guest of Mr, Hunne- 
well — I mean Rich. It happened that Rich had met with 
an accident that made him rather crippled in his move- 
ments, but he wanted to show Noel some sport. They 
drove out one morning Avith Rich's hound and three 
Welsh foxhound pups of Noel's, Meddler, Minstrel and 
Madcap. Tbe.se four hounds had hardly been in the cover 
a couple of luinutes before they struck a hot trail, and had 
the fox going in no time. Rich says the first thing he saw 
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diagram of the bob-tailed dog incident. 
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was the hounds streaming away over a hill with Noel 
Money just behind them. They soon ran out of hearing, 
but gradually he began to hear them coming round again, 
as the fox swung back for his original berth. At last he 
caught sight of the fox coming down a field pointing slight- 
ly to one side of him, so he hobbled away to cut him off if 
he could. Meanwhile he saw the hounds only a few rods 
behind the fox running like mad, and only one rod behind 
them, running as if he was tied to them, came Noel in prac- 
tically the same position in relation to the hounds that he 
was at the commencement of the three-mile ring. Rich 
said to me, in speaking about it: "I thought I had a pretty 
fast hound until Noel came to hunt with me!" (N.B. — 
Rich killed the fox, and he and Noel got two more that 
day.) 
Bob Perry, the M. F. H., can apparently walk all day and 
every day. He is here, there and everywhere, turning up 
at the most unexpected moments, and yet I never saw him 
move out of his fast walk on either of" the days I was out 
with him and the hounds. 
Noel Money went to New Brunswick from Oakland, N. 
J., to see what his fifteen-months-old Welsh foxhound 
pups would do with a Maine fox at this time of the year. 
The bad weather was a great disappointment to him, as it 
did away with all chance of good hound work. He also 
had another disappointment, one of the puppies. Minstrel, 
having been taken ill with distemper. Madcap and Med- 
dler went out with the pack oh Tuesday, Jan. 12, and 
Madcap never showed up at Brunswick again. Meddler, 
however, a tine-looking hound indeed, and one that bids 
fair to be as go d as his fatherj Marquis, stayed by us and 
sang bass in great style whenever he got a chance to help 
drive a fox along. In regard to Madcap Noel Money has 
written me as follows: "Madcap, my bitch Welsh hound 
pup that you didn't see at Brunswick, as she and three 
other hounds that were with her on the last fox on Tues- 
day, Jan. 12, did not return for some days, has been found. 
She did not come back to Brunswick at all, but turned up 
on Sunday night at Rich Hunnewell's, at South Danville, 
where I had her last October. Rich heard a noise at the 
door in the middle of the night and went down to see 
what it was, and w^as awfully pleased to find Madcap try- 
ing to get in. He says she was not very hungry and 
looked well. Pretty smart for a pup to find her way there 
when I only had her there a week last October." Since 
getting the above letter I have had a talk with Noel, and 
he tells me that Minstrel, the flower of the flock, is dead, 
and that he has givea Madcap to Louis Berry, who lives 
near Poland, Me., and who has been looking after the three 
pup.s. Meddler has come back to Oakland and will try to 
teach New Jersey foxes something under the tutorship of 
Marquis. Melody, etc. 
N. Q. Pope's hounds, Clay and Samson, showed to great 
advantage each day I was out, and were indefatigable 
workers all the time. I can only speak of the hounds as I 
saw them work. On Wednesday morning the fox must 
have slipped by me in the brush within SOyds. of where I 
was standing on Rocky Hill watching the hounds carry the 
line over a piece of plowed ground. After getting the line 
straightened out the pack of seven hounds came along by 
me, the three leaders being Clay, Samson and Clinker, the 
latter Bob Perry's black hound; the others were, as I made 
them out, Meddler, Goss, Sport and Scot. Badge and 
Sancho had something going in the woods to the left of the 
road over Rocky Hill and paid no attention to the pack as 
it passed by them. I have an idea, but it is possibly wrong, 
as several foxes were on foot, that these two had nicked in 
ahead of a fox started by Billy and Dot, and that in a check 
later Clinker joined issues with that fox and helped to drive it 
past C. L. Higgins, of Bar Harbor, who achieved the dis- 
tinction of capturing the only pelt of the meet. I cannot 
think that the fox killed was the one that was driven past 
Rich and myself, as two hours later Clay and Samson 
came back with a fox over practically the same ground as 
in the first run, only this time the fox swung to the right 
before entering the woods on Rocky Hill, and went to the 
woods on the banks of the Androscoggin River, giving us a 
pretty bit of hound work before the hounds were finally 
run out of scent or holed their fox. 
J. H. Gaffney, of Petersham, Mass., has a couple of nice- 
looking hounds in Goss and Sport. Had the weather been 
more favorable and more encouraging for the hounds, 
Goss and Sport would have been able to do more toward 
decreasing the supply of foxes around Brunswick than the 
zero temperature permitted. 
Billy and Dot, hounds owned respectively by Marshall 
Parks, of Bradford, Vt., and C. L. Wellington, of Waltham, 
Mass., were two old standbys on every day of the meet. 
On the third day, Thursday, Jan. 14, Billy got ofi' a good 
joke on Will Stetson, of Brunswick. It happened this 
way — and here it is necessary to refer to our chart of the 
day's hunt (not drawn to scale): As nearly as I can remem- 
ber, there were seven of us sitting in the sun eating our 
lunch to leeward of some pine trees at the spot .maked 6 
on the plan. Will Stetson had been sitting on a big rock 
on top of a knoll, marked 5 on the plan. No hounds were 
within hearing, and Stetson retired into one of the houses 
marked on the plan in rear of the rock, presumably to 
warm up a bit. While in the house he must have heard 
Billy giving tongue on a trail down the hill on the far side 
of the big rock, for we saw him (although he didn't know 
it) run out toward the rock with his gun at the "ready" and 
take his .stand behind the first tree. Making up his mind 
that he would do better to be at the lower tree, he ran 
down there, and just as he got to the tree Billy appeared 
on top of the rock behind him, and took in the situation 
before baying to let Stetson know that he "saw him 
first." 
The story of how we hunted a bobtailed black dog on 
this day is an incident worthy of note. The seven re- 
ferred to iabove (Nickerson, Nason, Knight, Given, Tooth- 
aker, Turpin and self) were on our way along the road 
marked on the plan "To Rocky Hill ultimately," but 
were walking toward the point marked 1. Suddenly to 
our right we saw making off across the bottom of the mea- 
dow a small, dark object that we took to be a fox. It ran 
as marked in the plan, and stopped a moment behind an 
apple tree near the little houses marked 3; it then ran past 
the houses and turned to the left, sitting on its haunches 
as if listening for the hounds a moment or two before 
jumping over the two fences that line the road to South 
Durham, and then kept on through the woods. We prayed 
for some hounds to come, and blew a horn or two, but 
none came. Shortly afterward we saw two hounds run- 
ning a trail of something away up the valley. Knight and 
Turpin, both of whom were a little skeptical as to the vul- 
pine nature of the animal seen, sat down just below the 
house marked 4; Given ran off to get the hounds to lift 
them on to the "fox's" trail; Nickerson, Toothaker and 
Nason went over the bottom- to the houses marked 3, while 
I went to the left to a rocky ledge to cut off the "fox" if it 
tried to make its original point (as we had reasoned it out). 
Whatever trail the hounds were then on (the hounds were 
Fred Wilson's Wanda and the Thompson boys' dog), it was 
a cold one, and Given had no difficulty, out of breath as 
he was, in taking them to the trail of the "other fox." As 
they refused to enthuse over the trail, we began to realize 
that something was wrong about our "fox," and gave it up. 
Later we learned something more about our "fox." Noel 
Money and Bob Perry joined us at the point marked 1 on 
the plan. From them we heard that Dr. Wilson had been 
standing near the big rock marked 8, and that a fox had 
run within 10yds. of him, but that he had not seen it until 
too late. His hounds and the "Thompson boys' dog" had 
come up twenty minutes after the fox had passed, and 
were slowly puzzling out the trail when Money and Perry 
came along with a hound or two that paid no attention to 
the said trail, for good and sufficient reasons best known to 
themselves. Anyway, Dr. Wilson said something when he 
thought that Perry and Money were "bothering" his 
hounds. Just previously to this both of them had seen a lit- 
tle black bobtailed dog run through the woods, coming 
from the direction in which we had seen our "fox" depart. 
A few minutes later Dr, Wilson said something more when 
he saw "some blamed idiot" calling his hounds off the trail 
and taking them away to some other point. (Given was 
the "blamed idiot," innocent of all wrongdoing.) The 
whole made a delightful episode in the day's hunt, and 
furnished us with a hearty laugh or two while eating apples 
and having our photographs taken as we sat on the bank 
below the house marked 1 on the plan. The cross roads 
marked at that point is the place where we started in in 
the morning. What the name of the place is I can't say; 
the "boy in the red stockings" who lives there applied an 
opprobrious epithet to it. 
W. A. Bragdon has a fine hound in Sancho, the only 
one of his four he had with him that came specially under 
my notice. Two of the four were out with Madcap, I 
think, and did not show up while I was at Brunswick, or 
if they did I didn't see them; Gypsy I know was missing 
at roll call. Mr. Bragdon is an amateur photographer of 
great skill; his photographs of hounds at work are, I am 
told by those who have seen them, works of special merit. 
I wonder how that photograph of the hunting group taken 
Thursday afternoon turned out. 
This is what Rich Hunnewell says (Jan. 26) in a letter 
to Noel Money: "We have a foot of snow, with a crust on 
it that will bear a man nearly all the time, while the light 
