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[Aug. [3, 1899, 
covei"ing eight or ten miles. Mr, Charles L. Bly. of 
Boston, writes of excellent fishing at Round Mountain 
Lake. The lake has been alive with trout at times, and 
sportsmen have had all the fishing they wanted. The 
small trout are invariably put back uuinjurcd, with only 
a few for the table retained. Mr. Bly also says that 
partridges are unusually plenty, with deer very abundant. 
The same report is heard from many of the resorts in 
that section. Mr. Bly says that fiocks of partridges are 
seen every day, and near the camps, a condition that has 
not existed for several seasons. Spectat,. 
CHICAGO AND THE WEST, 

Movemeats of Western Anglers. 
Mr. Geo. E. Thatcher, of Shreveport, La., stopped in 
Chicago this week to replenish his outfit prcparatorj^ to 
his trip to Green Lake, Wis. This is one of the most 
beautiful of our Western summer lakes and a body of 
Water frequented by a mysterious tribe of large bass 
which cannot be induced to bite except for a verj'^ limited 
season early in the summer. 
Mr. A, W. Eschenburger, of Chicago, left this week 
for a trip of some days to Wisconsin fishing waters, go- 
ing in at Woodrufi', Wis. He will try for 'lunge, bass 
and the other game fish of that nshful region. 
Mr. M. L. Smithey, of St. Louis, passed through this 
city this week en route for Woodruflf, Wis., and may 
also visit Marinette and vicinity. 
Mr. H. R. Pearson, Assistant District Attorney of this 
city, left this week for Squirrel Lake, Wis., via Minocqua, 
and_ will have a go with the muscallunge in that good 
territory. 
Messrs. F. T. Childs, L. P. Allen, Walter Moore. VVm. 
Mitchell and J. L. Helm made up the last and largest 
party of this week for Kabekona Camp, Minn. 
Mr. J. W. Youche, of Crown Point, Ind., with his son 
J. H. Youche, leaves this week for an extended trip along 
the famous Brule River of upper Wisconsin. They will 
fish a while there for trout and probably drop down to 
Manitowish and have a try at the muscallunge later in 
the season. 
Mr. and Mrs. E. VV. Kirk, of Chicago, have left for 
Trout Lake, Wis., for a little tour of that region. 
Mr.' H. J. Furber, of this city, left this week for a 
season of rest and relaxation in Maine, and will spend 
some time along the sea coa.st, angling for cod and 
such like. 
Mr. W. Starr Whiton, of this city, .has left. for "PleaS' 
ant Point, Green Lake, Wis. 
The Muscallunge Season. 
The nmscallunge season has produced no news this 
week of special interest, and indeed this style of our 
Western anglin.g sports has taken on some of the char- 
acteristics of trout fishing, and becomes more and more 
a case of luck. The man who goes trout fishing here- 
abouts does so at his own peril. He fails several times — 
many times— and vows never to go again. Of course he 
does go again, and at last has a grand day, and so rettirns 
full of .smiles and generous enthusiasm. It was once the 
case that one could go out for 'lunge in Wisconsin and 
be pretty sure of getting some fish, very likelj^ some 
good fish. Then came the frost, the killing frost, when 
the glories of our new waters were somewhat lessened, 
but when one could still be confident that he would get 
some sort of a 'lunge without any special trouble, It 
was at that stage hardly thought worth while to speak 
of the fact that one had killed a muscallunge, unless it 
were a very large one. Nowadays we hear of pretty 
much every good fish that comes down from Wisconsin, 
and the capture of a fine fish is something long talked 
about. Of course this is not the literal state of af¥airs, 
but it is approximately correct to speak thus of the situa- 
tion. This year, strangely enough, there is coming into 
notice a sort of reversal of form, as it were, as regards 
Wisconsin and Minnesota. Last year and the year pre- 
vious it was Minnesota that was showing all the big fish, 
and Wisconsin offered few good weights to add to the 
season's records. This year I hear of more fish from Wis- 
.GOnsin than from Minnesota, and the largest muscallunge 
of the season, that of 43lbs., taken by Judge Hook's 
daughter at Plum Lake, is a Wisconsin product, as 
against 423^'^lbs.. the biggest Kabekona Camp 'lunge, in 
Minnesota, of an earlier season than this. For some 
reason the fish have not been rising well in the Minne- 
sota ranges this summer, and I presume they arc now 
shedding their teeth and are not yet quite ready to begin 
operations as they will in the early fall, 
Bass. 
All is quiet along our bass waters this week. The Kan- 
kakee is too full of carp to be called a bass stream now. 
The Fox offers nothing special this week. The summer 
lakes are going the toboggan as practical bass waters, 
and the resorter's photograph of a string of fish is more 
and more in evidence. Methinks if I were broke I 
would earn a livelihood by .going to a certain class of lake 
resorts in Illinois and adjacent country, and allowing 
the hotels to photograph my fish. But even then I would 
have first to catch the fish! From Chicago out about 
forty or fifty miles in almost any direction the summer 
travel has increased so enormously the past five years that 
the lakes could not hold their stock. Bej'ond sixty and 
seventy-five miles the case is better, and one may outside 
that radius still hope to get some bass. Thus I note that 
at Fox Lake, Wis., the bass are still rising prettjr well, 
event this hot weather. At this point tAVO gentlemen, 
Messrs. A. C. Hannemann and C. M. Sager, of Fox Lake, 
caught 24 Avall-eyes one night last week, casting frogs 
in open water. This was at about 10 P. M. 
Got Several. 
In these hat summer day-S, at the time of year when 
almost any man who has been at work all the year seems 
,1 bit let down and willing to rest a while out of doors, 
by the running* brooks and under the big blue sky, it is 
a sad enough thing to tfiink or the fellows who are well 
and strong enough to go fishing, but Nvho are chained 
to business and can't. How much worse is the case of 
the fellows who are not chained to business, but who are 
ehained to bed ! I got a postal card in my mail to-day 
which has a certain pathetic quality attached to it. It 
comes from a writer who gives the name of "A. A. John- 
son, Co. A, First South Dakota Vols.," and the address 
of "Ward 22, Presidio Hospital, San Francisco." The 
card is simply a request for a copy of the Forest 'and 
Stre.mm— one of very many which come in from one 
source or another during the week. I fancy that Mr. 
Johnson may be Private Johnson. He may be shot, or 
he may be sick, but at any rate he can't go fishing. He 
.got several copies of Forest and Stream. 
This is a great big country, so big and strong that we 
do not realize our own resources. When we were having 
a little war with Spain it did not jar this country, but 
business steadily improved all the time. Now we are 
having a little war with the Philippines, but we are all 
so busy that we don't stop to think about that very much. 
We do not slop to think that this fighting is being done 
for us by a fine lot of fellows, who do not have time while 
so engaged to indulge in much personal recreation. It 
occurs to me that Mr. Johnson's case may be one of 
many ojhers, and if there are any readers of the Forest 
AND Stream who have a book or a paper here or there 
which they do not need, it might be a kindness to send 
them on to such military hospitals as that of the Pre- 
sidio, If a fellow is sick or shot, a look at the Forest 
and Stream might make him feel better, you know. 
How to Cure Sunburn. 
One time, when suffering from a very severe case of 
sunburn contracted during a couple of days' fishing on 
the open water, a friend gave me a little advice which re- 
sulted in the most immediate and distinct relief. "Go 
to the druggist," said he, "and tell him to put you up to 
cents' worth of linseed oil and lime-water — half and half. 
Shake this and rub it on your face, and the burning feel- 
ing will go away almost at once." I did as he directed, 
and in less than five minutes the smarting pain was all 
gone from the face, which was really in quite bad con- 
dition. There was never any pain after that. I kept up 
the use of the lotion two or three times a day. It did 
not, of course, prevent the flaking off of the skin, but it 
stopped the pain and relieved the red and irritated look 
very rapidly. I have never seen anything which was so 
good as this, and give the tip to help anyone, lady or 
gentleman, who may be suffering from simburn, which 
at times is temporarily a very annoying and painful thing. 
This will stop the pain in a few minutes. 
E. Hough. 
^0 C.\s-Tos BtjIldjng, Chicago. 111. 
Pacific Salmon with a Fly. 
I OBSERVE the correction by Rudyard Kipling in the 
article by A. N. Cheney in his article in the Forest and 
Stream of July 29, as to his taking the Pacific salmon 
with a spoon instead of a fly. But Mr. Kipling would 
have had no difficulty in taking with a fly, to some extent, 
instead of a spoon, if he had suflkiently so fished. For 
the Pacific salmon in the sea is an omniverous feeder, as 
the trout, and will take about anything of moderate size 
which has the proper motion. In my trolling with fresh 
fish in 1893 off Monterey and Santa Cruz in the sea, 
I caught during the season several thousand pounds 
of salmon, and when I examined the stomach contents of 
several dozen salmon I found a curious medley of food — 
anchovies, sardines, .smelts, a variety of small cods, 
shrimps, bluefish (so called), etc. Often when I had my 
fish bait cleaned oft" to a small shred of fish skin, I had it 
taken, when a fly or white rag would have answered 
equally well. 
My'hanging sinker attached with a foot of line to my 
main line, some 50 or more feet from my baited hook, and 
so fastened with a bow knot that it could be removed 
readily with a pull from an as.sistant in the boat to give 
free play from a clear line, and weighing a quarter of a 
pound, was many times struck by salmon, and in several 
instances pulled off. 
I have no doubt the Pacific sea salmon could readily be 
caught with a trolling fly, although fish bait would be far 
more succes,sful. ' J. Parker Whitney. 
The Pikes, Lake Richardson, Maine. 
A Salmon Fishing Predicament. 
Editor Forest and Stream: 
A brief account of the taking of a salmon on the Bona- 
venture River. P. Q.. under .somewdiat arduous conditions 
may be of interest to your readers. July 15 I had been 
fishing one of the tipper pools, known as the Deepwater, 
and before long was playing what proved to l)e a good- 
^ized sahtion that had risen to my fly (a black one). I 
had got the fish to within some 20ft. of the canoe when 
my line suddenly parted on the reel, the broken part, how- 
ever, not running out through the rings, as the fish was 
fortunately at a standstill. Almost involuntarily I took 
hold of tiie broken line, although, of course, expecting 
that at any moment the fish would start, carrying my 
casting line with him, 
I had two excellent canoemen — Alan Sinclair and Noel 
Serome. The latter now said quietlv to me, 'Xet me see 
that line, sir." I handed him the broken end and held 
the rod .so that he could tie it. The first knot slipped on 
being tested. All the time the fish had not stirred. A 
second knot was coolly and deliberately tied, the line re- 
nlaced, and I reeled and saved the fish, a 21^-Dounder. 
Let me add that the knot as tied would not nass the rings, 
and I was obliged to keep the salmon within the limit of 
the broken piece, some 50ft. I w-as, of course, greatly 
indebted to good luck in the behavior of the fish, as well 
as to the skill and coolness of my men. 
Henry G. PicKEfUNG. 
Union Club, Boston. 
Staten Island Fishings. 
Annadale, S. L. Aug. 3. — Geo. Beak, of Astoria, and 
Louis Geller, of Brooklyn, caught twenty six weakfish 
■here to-day. Capt. Thos, Moore and Wrn. Poullion, of 
Annadale, caught forty-one weakfish and a large string of 
porgies. Abe Rogers, of Orange, N. J., summering at 
their summer residence, and a few friends, twelve weak- 
fish and one blackfish. Bait, shedder crabs. 
Chas. Gelt-en. 
Two Angling Talcs. 
A COUPLE of angling tales have just reached me which 
conclusively prove that not all men of the law are simply 
practiced in the art of their profession. The first story 
bears the visible trademark of the enterprising but 
eltisive daily reporter, and has in addition an unmistaka- 
ble New York Sun flavor. It relates that one day re- 
cently a party on pleasure bent was traversing Oak 
Orchard Bay, near Lake Ontario, in a small yacht, when 
greatly to the consternation of the party several large 
black bass jumped of their own accord from the water 
into the boat. The ladies aboard became fairly hyster- 
ical and it speedily became necessary to go ashore with 
the timorous members. Some of the gentlemen of the 
party immediately returned over the course in a row boat 
and fifty or more bass flounced into the craft. To give 
this novelette a sort of ironclad garb of authenticity and to 
promote its acceptance among unconfiding readers the 
announcement is gravely made that the extraordinary 
catch has been duly and faithfully photographed. Prof. 
Pound, of the Cornell Law School, is said to have been 
aboard of both crafts and can vouch for the genuineness 
of this assuredly remarkable manifestation of transparent 
stupidity on the part of what anglers have hitherto proud- 
ly esteemed a wise old family of the finny race. As this 
story is the counterpart of many others that have gayly 
sailed the sea of publicity for lo, these many seasons. 
Forest and Stream may anticipate the genial Profes- 
sor's version of the exciting incident as soon as he .safely 
arrives in Ithaca. 
The second tale, dubbed by the Journal "A Lawyer's 
Fish Story," is gravely authorized by C. O. Seabring, a 
'98 graduate of the Cornell Law School, and the illumi- 
native president of the Izaak Walton Club, of Spencer, 
N. Y. Some time ago Seabring, in company with a 
couple of Waltonians, went for a "stilly night" row on 
local waters. With lawfyer-like alertness for the riches 
of even a boat ride, he occupied a seat in the stern of the 
craft, at the same time traiUng his ■ "fee hand" in the 
water. Presently hand and am were grappled vora- 
ciously and a terrific tug of war ensued, which resiflted in 
the capture by the Athletic Blackstone expounder of a 
22lb. 90Z. pickerel. And as a certificate entitling this 
unique angling feat to full and implicit belief, a photo- 
graph of the pickerel is in evidence. It is the record 
heavyweight pickerel for central New York waters this 
season, so far as the writer is aware of. 
Alas! alas! should local angling methods and condi- 
tions continue to degenerate they will have soon reached 
the level of chopping the groveling carp out of the mud 
with a bush scythe. M. Chill. 
Ithaca, N, Y. 
Later. — Ancnt the Oak Orchard Bay fishing incident 
mailed Forest and Stream yesterday. Prof. Pound, a 
chief principal in the affair, writes to a member of the 
Cornell University faculty vouching for the absolute truth 
of the story, namely, adding: "I don't ask you to be- 
lieve it, for I doubt if I would believe it if I heard it 
from you." M. Chill. 
The One that Got Away. 
Mr. D. C. Dean, of the American News Company, this 
city, sends us the following extract from a letter written 
by Prof. Carl Frommel, from the Lake George Assembly. 
The Professor, Mr. Dean tells us, and as appears from his 
own letter, is an enthusiastic fisherman. This is what he 
writes about the pickerel that got away : 
"Now a few words about the fish. Last Thursday, July 
27, I started in for the first time to have a good scientific 
whack at them. Had been out before that several times, 
but always in a hurry, and taking any old thing in the 
way of tackle that came handy. Had caught some eight or 
ten so far, but nothing over 5lbs. I looked my lines over, 
furbished up my spoons, examined the hooks and thought 
they would hold atiy fish that would hang on. There is 
where I made a mistake. Well, I went over the bay to- 
ward Gunn's four times, and hooked four fine ones, one on 
each turn, but only got three. The largest was 8lbs., the 
smallest s%- first one I struck jerked my leg from 
under me. You know I have the habit of winding my 
hand line around my leg. As T have the rod line, it leaves 
ray hands free for any of them. Before I even got my 
hands on that line, I said, "That fellow will weigh i2lbs. if 
anything,' and when I began to pull I felt more con- 
vinced. Had pulled in two handfuls, when I saw a curve 
in my line; looking aroimd, I saw him thrashing around 
on top of the lake, right abreast of me, about 50 or 6oft. 
away. He had made a fine rush, doubling up on my line 
coming to the top. He looked still bigger. 'W^'ll. old fel- 
ler,' says I, 'you have got to come in.' But the first pull 
made him break clear of the lake. He looked, beautiful as 
he swtmg through the air in a half-curve, coming down 
with a crash. I felt convinced then no I2lb. weight wotfld 
balance him. 
"From then on it was a steady fight, and the hardest 
fight I ever had with any fish. He was just frantic, rush- 
ing in all directions, . I had my heart in my mouth most 
of the time, and came near dropping my line in terror 
several times, being afraid something would snap. How- 
ever, I never let him have his head, but brought him 
along slowly to within about 13ft. of the boat, then I stood 
up once to have a good look at him. That seemed to throw 
him in convulsions. He probably got a sight of me then 
for the first time. Well, right then and there something 
snapped, and that was the end. When I brought my line 
in I found two of the hooks gone. I felt pretty chargrined 
then and said a few things, but as there was no remedy I 
started in fresh with another spoon, and the result you 
know. When I came in, everyone shouted over the fine 
fish, and they think I am a wonderful fisherman, whereas 
I am too disgusted to speak, except to call myself an old 
duffer and chump. 
■'Well, that big one is around here soint;whfere aWd ?vait- 
ing for you. I have not tried it since. Don't think I 
shall again until you come. Yesterda}^ vvas bass fishmg 
day. One of the men here, with my boat, caught fourteen 
fine ones, running from M up to over Jibs, for the largest, 
claiming he lost one bigger than the one he has. That's 
pretty good sport" 
