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LJuiiT 31, 1897. 
George Tweddle was one of those cheerful companions 
■who, like Mark Tapley, are hound to be jolly under all cir- 
cumstances, and no amount of discomfort could make him 
grumble. Ouce, while we were tishing in the Popskinny in 
early spring, we were caught in a sudden shower. The 
banks were too muddy to lie upon with the boat turned over 
us, and across the meadow, in a ravine which came down to 
it, I knew of an overhanging rock which would shelter us. 
This was only a 200yds. dash through the rain, while Riven- 
burg's barn was a good two mile row, and we gathered our 
grub, pulled the boat up on shore, made the dash and found 
shelter. 
We were soaked, and might as well have rowed the two 
miles to the barn; but there's satisfaction in a shelter even if 
one can't get wetter, and so we shook our coats and hats 
and George remarked: "This is grand, isn't it?" 
"What's grand, this rain? Looks like it was going to 
make a da}' of it, and perhaps a night also." 
"No, I meant this rock shelter with dry rock for a floor; 
it's almost a cave, and if we had a fire we'd be comfortable. 
Can we make a fire here?" 
"Certainly," said I, "you sort out the provisions in the 
basket and find the bottle of matches, while I go and pick 
up some dry limbs, and hunt for a bit of wood to shave into 
kindlings"; and I started to seek for fuel. 
When 1 returned with a load, George said: "The little 
bottle of matches is not here, we must have left it in tbe 
boat after it was taken out to light our cigars ; but never 
mind, we can get along without a fire; I'm beginning to dry 
now; see how my clothes steam? The bread is a little wel, 
and th(3 salt which was on top of the cofEee has soaked down 
into it; but the corned beef and boiled eggs are all right. I 
don't care much for coffee, anyhow." 
I saw that we would have to camp there for an indefinite 
time or go back to our boat and the barn, so I said: ' George, 
wait until 1 come back," and made a start for a farm house 
nearly a mile away. I was as wet as a man could be and 
soon settled down into & walk to the tune of the sposh sposh 
of the water in my shoes. When I returned with matches, 
bread and coffee, all dry, tlie first thing which greeted me 
was the top of a cardboard bos neatly framed with pine 
Gones and suspended by a stringwedged in the crevice of the 
rock, on which was inscribed: "God Bless our Home," while 
a similar card from the bottom of the box declared that 
"Home is where the heart is." 
Such a fellow would endear himself to any one who 
camped with him because he never made his troubles a bur- 
den to others. He was not the only one who was wet 
through and chilled to the bone. And therein lies the secret, 
if there be one, of a perfect camp companion whose constant 
company is all you have and must endure. A day or two in 
camp with a man will reveal his character more than ten 
years ordinary acquaintance. If he is a hog the bristles will 
be in evidence, either in always getting on the best side of 
the fire or in carefully selecting the choicest bits in the lunch 
basket. The grumbler is even worse than the hog, for he 
can torment you day and night. 
If George Tweddle is alive I hope that some kind friend 
will put me in communication with him, if he has passed to 
the beyond, Bequiescat in pcoce 1 will say with uncovered 
head. Fked Mather. 
BOSTON ANGLERS. 
BoaTON, July 23 — Mr, Rodney P. Woodman, than whom 
no man in the world is a greater lover of the rod and nel, 
the woods and waters, has recently returned from one of his 
usually successful fishing trips. This trip was combined 
with business, Mr. Woodman's customers being taken into 
account as well as the fishing. The start was made early in 
July, and about the 5th found Mr. Woodman at Long Pond, 
Me., one of the tributaries, or in the region of the head 
waters of Lake Onawa and the Sebec waters. This pond is 
nine miles frorci the Katahdin Iron Works, and in the neigh- 
borhood of Ohairback Pond, also a celebrated trout pond, 
under Chairback Mountain. The pond is reached by a good 
buckboard road till within about a mile and a half of Brown's 
camps at the head of the pond. This road was bad, but Mr. 
Brown promises to put it in good shape early this season. 
Mr. Woodman found the trout fishing excellent, early in the 
morning, and on the event of a north (vest wind, which sprung 
up one afternoon, though the weather was generally tremtn- 
dously hot. All the trout he desired were obtained on the 
fly, running from lib. to l^lbs. He was also much interested 
in the fact that Long Pond is full of little landlocked salmon, 
of from lib. weight, up to 21bs. These fish take the fly 
eagerlj^ and all great fighters. Mr. Woodman believes that 
the salmon there do not grow for want of a plenty of food. 
Minnows are very scarce, and he suggested to the keeper ot 
the camps that the pond be immediately stocked with smelt, 
under which condition the salmon should grow larger, and 
afford better fishing 
At Sebatis Pond he took twenty black bass of good size; 
and at Thompson's Pond, a sheet of water some twelve miles 
long, above Oxford Village, he got a string of bass that would 
please even the most enthusiastic lover of catching bass with 
a fly. Thompson's pond has been stocked with landlocked 
salmon, and as smelts are abundant, good results are looked 
for. As for Mr. Woodman, he is pleased with his trip, as 
what lover of rod and reel would not be. He asks why 
more men who travel on business do not combine business 
with pleasure? 
Boston, July 24. — Fishing in the Eangeley w aters with 
trolling bait has held out the present season most remark- 
ably. But it seems that the freshet and rise of water July 
14-15 put on a close time that the State never thought of 
doing. Since that date the fishing has been poor in all the 
Rangeley lakes; as it usually is poor by the middle or last of 
June. One of the biggest blow -hards, who writes in the 
Maine papers concerning the fishing in those waters, is 
known to have trolled Rangeley Lake all one day last week 
without a strike. Wonder if we shall hear of this? It is all 
right to mention successes — ^sportsmen love to hear of them; 
but they love the honesty that can mention the failures as 
well or better. Not so the hotel men and the railroads. 
Nothing that comes like the truth about the non-productive- 
ness of certain locations is ever to be mentioned. Thanks to 
the courage of Forest and Stream, if a fishing trip is a 
failure, it has the honesty to say so, The trout supply of 
the Rangeley waters has been tremendously drawn upon. 
Still the late trolling in the Rangeley waters has brought 
surprising results, Mr. G. S. Wright has just returned from 
a three week's stay at the birches, Mooselucmaguntic Lake. 
He fished in several of the lakes, taking no big trout, but a 
plenty of fair size. He says that the fishing was wonderful 
ap to about the middle of July, when it stopped all at once. 
A. few good trout, and occasionally a salmon, are being 
taken on the fly at the Upper Dam. Mr. Hill, of Lewiston, 
Me., took a beautiful ^\\). trout in Richardson Lake a few 
days before the trolhng gave out. Mr. A. N. Thompson, of 
New York, is reported' to have taken 190 trout in one day, 
on the fly, at Kennebago the other day. It is to be hoped 
that he threw 180 of them back into the water. Mr. L. 0 
Crane, of Boston, has gone to Round Mountain Lake for his 
summer fishing trip. His wife accompanies him. 
Elacli bass fishing is reported to. have been poor in the 
Maine lakes and ponds since the great rain and freshet, men- 
tioned above. The impression prevails that it will be good 
again as soon as the water subsides. Still a great abundance 
of rain has followed the freshet. Si'ECIAL, 
FAITH IN FISHIi^G. 
There are times when, however plenty the trout, it is 
almost impossible to get th?m to rise to the fly. Change as 
often as you like, they will not be tempted. I have fished 
for hours over places where I knew hundreds of big fellows 
were lying, but not one would show up, although presented 
with the most charming flies in the most tempting manner. 
Did I reel up and leave? No, sir. I would get a suitable spot, 
sit or recline, fill the pipe, and while smoking, would think 
the problem over, puzzimg my brain, whereby some scheme 
might evolve to seduce these sullen chaps to a better ac- 
quaintance. In most cases, with time, patience, skill and 
laith their diffidence would be overcome, and they would be 
as sportive and full of life and vim as any other trout. 
Oftimes I have used a 2ft. leader with one fly, leader close 
to the tip of the rod, and I myself lying down in the boat, 
eon cealed from the water. My fly would move just above 
and over the water, touching it onue in a whde, anting ex- 
actly like the live insects, then flying around. Many the 
fine beauty I have captured in this manner, 
I have before now been fishing with men who would say 
after a few casts, "Oh, this is no good; there are no fish 
here, or if there are they will not look at my flies." I recol- 
lect being with a gentleman who had whipped several good 
spots without success; when we came to a pool in which I 
knew there were plenty of large trout. He cast around and 
all over it without a rise. He was discouraged, and said, 
"I don't believe there is a fish here." "Oh, I am sure there 
is," wasmy reply. "Do you suppose that youcan catch one?" 
"No trouble to do it," I remarked. "Here, take the rod and 
try;" handing me his rod. Grasping it lovingly, and not 
moving from the place we were, with arm faith in the result 
I sent out the flies. They barely touched the water, when 
splash, splash, and two good ones were hooked. I instantly 
passed the rod over to him, and in a few minutes we had 
saved one of 2i and one of 3|lbs. Then his faitu rose, or if 
not, the fish did, and he had splendid sport from that to the 
end of his stay. 
The most remarkable instance of faith in fishing I ever 
heard of was told by a Mr, Toothach^r, of Richmond, Me. 
His son George would go down to the pond where all the city 
fellows had been fishing all day with their silver-mounted 
rods and dandy flies, catching nothing. The boy would have 
a bit of twine in his pocket with a hoots on it Going through 
the swamp on his wajr to the pond he would cut an alaer, 
trim off the branches, tie one end of his twine to it, go right 
alongside of these men who had fished all day and caught 
nothing, put on a worm, spit on it, throw in and hoist out 
fish every time. Why, do you know, that boy could catch 
fish whether they were there or not ; it makes no difference 
to him. And how the old man would laugh when he told 
this story. 
But I prefer to go where I know the fish are plenty, and 
there, with good tackle and very little skill, lotsol good sport 
will be had. S, J, Raymond, 
Edmundstok, N. B. 
Tbe Wallkill Trout and Bass. 
MiDDLETOWN, N. T.. July 15. — Editor Forest and Stream: 
In iisue of July 17 Fied Mather says, in "Men I Have 
Fished With": "The Wallkill rises in Ulster county, N- J., 
and flows off N.E. to j Mn the Hudson at Rondout " He's 
wrong. The Wallkill rises in the township of Wantage, 
Sus&ex county, in the State of New Jersey, and flows thence 
in a northerly direction through Orange county and empties 
into the Hudson, or rather Rondout Creek, at Rondout, Ul- 
ster county, N. Y. 
P.rbaps he has another Wallkill in view; a sniall brook 
pos8ibl3^ Can it be possible that our Wallkill is a trout 
stream, or, rather, was as late as 1890? when he was to 
meet Mr. Zigenfuss at Zich Du Bois's hotel at New Pallz, 
and does he not mean Hank instead of Zach? 
"There might have been two Dubois's who kept tavern 
there 1 never knew of but one, and he was Hank, and was 
a character who, once known, would never be forgotten. 
He's dead now. 
The Wallkill is a bass stream second only to the Dela- 
ware, and contains no trout, except now and then a straggler 
from some of its small tributaries. 
We enjoy "Men I Have Fished With*' very much, although 
they are nearly all dead or "has beens," but we do object to 
having our Wallkill confined within Ulster county. We're 
willing to whack up with our neighbors, however. 
We have this year planted over 600,000 pike perch in the 
Wallkill and several thousand bass as well. 
Why can't some of our Ulster county neighbors go and do 
likewise next year, thertby helpirg along the good work that 
in years to come will afford many a day's outing and fish for 
our angling friends who cannot get away to other parts? 
There's many a meal taken from old Wallkill these days 
that the family would do without were it not for just this 
kind of work. 
It must be done by someone. Pitch in, neighbor, don't 
wait for 'tother fellow. Johh Wilkin. 
Iowa Bass and Pike. 
CHARiiES City, la. — Editor Farest and Stream: Black bass 
are biting in fine shape in the Cedar, below the city. On the 
19th four parties secured fifty-nine bass that would average 
lib, apiece, and one pike weighing 3ilbs. A lad of eleven 
years landed the two largest black bass — weights, 2 and 
3ilbs, — using soft crayfish as bait. The smaller run of bass 
are beginning to respond to the white-miller and bucktail fly, 
the writer having landed three lib. fellows a few mornings 
ago with the latter named fly. Vane SiMiioifDS, 
Bass in Stockbridge Bowl. 
Messrs. Chas, M, Donneli^t and Hugh K, Toler, who 
are visiting Mr, Chas. Astor Bristol, of Lenox, have had 
splendid fishing during the past week for large-mouthed bass 
in Stockbridge Bowl, The fish have all been caught on light 
tackle and by casting with frogs. Some of their catches are 
given below: 
July 15: Eight fish, weighing 21bs., Silbs., Sibs,, S^lbs., 
S^lbs., 41bs. 2oz. and i^lbs., all larpe- mouthed bass, and two 
small-mouths, each weiarhing about lib. 
July 16: Three fish, 21bs., 2flb9 and 41b3. respectively. 
July 17: Two fish, 4^-1 bs. and 71b=. loz . the latter being 
the record fish for the lake, caught by H. K. Toler. 
July 18: About 100 red finned perch weighing nearly a 
^Ib. average. 
July 19: One fish, l+lbs. 
July 20: Five fish, 2lb8., 2*lbs., 2ilb8., 3!bs. and4ilbs. 
•^uly 21 : Two fish, SJlbs. and 4flbs. 
On July 20 the anglers forgot their landing net and Mr. 
Donnelly hooked a great fish, which, after about ten minutes' 
work, he brought to the side of the boat. In trying to lift 
him in, however, the hook tore loose and the fish escaped. 
The boatman said that it was the largest bass he had ever 
seen. 
On account of the very wet season it has been a difficult 
matter to secure bait. 
These gentlemen caught some perch and lock bass on a 
red ibis fly. 
Rod and Yank and Trout. 
Albany, N. Y., July 20. — Editor Forest and St/ream: The 
Albany Argus of to-day relates that Mr, Henry Juncks 
started out last Saturday to a stream in Saratoga county for 
trout, and was "well prepared — not with a light rod, but a 
solid fellow of lOoz, ; not a little hook, but a good big No. 3 
trusty sproat, and not with a dainty fly, but a good, big fat 
night-crawler; and the very first cast Mr. Juncks made 
brought Mr. Trout to the surface. Then he grabbed the 
hook, Juncks gave a great and terrific yank, and the air was 
filled with flying trout, the big fellow landing back in tke 
lot some 25ft. He not only proved a monster, but the largest 
caught in Saratoga county this year. He was weighed in 
Albany twenty-four hours after capture, and tipped at 
exactly -Silbs." 
I think that it may be of inter^ st to you, at least to read, 
as bringing to public notice for the first time, I think, a new 
species, flying trout. Mv. Juncks is evidently doing his 
share toward the advancement of science, but where do you 
suppose he got that rod? C, P. W. 
he Menmt 
F I XTU RES. 
FIELD TRIALS, 
Sept. 1.— Continental Field Trials Club's ehicten trials, Morris, Man. 
Sept. 6, Manitoba Field Trials Club. Jlorris, Man, 
Sept. —.—Nortli western Field Trial Club's Ohampion Stake, Morria, 
Man. 
Oct. 25.— Brunswick Fur CInb's ninth annual trials. 
Nov, 1.— Dixie Red Fox Club's tliird annual meet, Waverly, Miss, 
Nov. 1.— New England Beagle Club's trials, Oxford, Mass. 
Nov, 2 — Mononsahela Valley Same and Fisti Jr'roiective Associ- 
ation's trials, Greene county. Pa. 
Nov. 8.— Qnion Field Trials Club's trials, Carlisle, Ind, 
Nov. 9.— Central Beagle Club's trial«, SLarpsburg, Pa. 
Nov. 15.— E F. T. Club's trials, Newton, N. C, 
Nov. 16.— Interna* ional Field Trials Club's eighth annual triate, 
Chatham, Out. 
Nov, 22.— U. S. F. T. Club's autumn trials. 
1898. 
Jan. 10.— U. S. F, T Club's winter trials. West Point, Miss. 
Jan. 17.— Continental f . T. Club's trials, New Albany, Miss. 
TWO VARIETIES OF DOG. 
Editor Forest and St/>'eam- 
Just one-half hour will settle the merits of one dog, and 
vre will climb the mountains to view a spot where the other 
made a record so different. 
A chapter in the life of the firtt mentioned will be sketched 
first A wajside station of a branch of prairie railroad, not 
a year ago found me the sole pastenger. All the town was 
there on my arrival, which meant the section boss and 
hands. I had slopped thtre before, and tried the section 
house fare, which was in plenty and sustaining, and the 
boss had a brogue that was good, and better after a sample 
or two from a flask of mine; many a bird had I knocked 
over thereabouts, where patches of red willows grew and! 
sage brush at times caught the eye. The wild cherry also> 
grew and ripened on the trees where the banks shelved downi 
to the creek, a volume of water not clear, and that harboredl 
no trout in its depths. Here, without aid of dog, had the; 
chicken, startled by bold approach at such long intervals of: 
time, grown less wary and had oft fallen to my gun. 
Yet on this day of which I write was the sport — so> 
thought I — to be invested with a delight more thrilling by 
the stanch aid of Sport, the dog, the borrowed dog of a 
friend, I mentioned him not at as a passenger with me at; 
wayside station, slighting this I know, yet we are coming to 
him. The friend (?) who lent him merely summed up his 
merits as being a dog "good for chicfeen," one he hadi 
"picked up cheap, sir, ,dirt cheap"; one of his "few lucky 
strokes in the dog line" — this he got off as the train was 
starling. 
He had met me at my house with the dog, and drove to 
the depot to see me on my journey to hunting grounds. 
During the half -hour's drive but little knowledge could 1 
gain as to why Sport should be a good dog for chickens. 
His ancestry was the theme thus: So and so was dam, out 
of by , There was a dog, and sire , just think 
of it; bench show winners every one. Field trials! training! 
nonsense! Blood, sir! blood it is that counts. "Why, here 
we are, sure enough ; take care of him ; a treasure ; you re- 
member that dog — — ? Why, he is the exact image of him. 
Don't forget a few brace for me; but there, all aboard! Just 
look well after Sport. Yes, sir, imported — " all over again, 
and the train moves. 
Well, not long did it take to make a start after arrival at 
way station, to follow winding of river a short distance, and 
the country showed more broken and hilly. Sport following 
fairly well, yet I fancied with a covert glance at the gun off 
and on. "Come, brace up, Sport!" I urged, "look a bit san- 
guine; show some quiver in those limbs so like imported. 
Range a bit, lad, and get wind of them. Here is the ground. 
Steady now! work ahead!" 
At this uprose a brace from the left. I let them travel, for 
his actions I wanted to study, and he gave me the chance;, 
for after the birds with a joyous bark, at a pace that was 
hot, sped the dog. That started the ranging; to right to- 
left they were up with a whirr, long out of gunshot. Yes, 
he was good for chicken; good to them. Their every in- 
