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Fortunately, there is quite a clearing along the left 
bank, and slowly and stealthily backing about lo feet up 
the hill, I gain a position where I can plainly see mama 
and the babies without being seen or heard. 
The old lady is quietly feeding, nipping the tender 
branches with much relish. The little ones think it is 
time for their breakfast, and to watch them as they pull 
at their source of nourishment reminds me of a full- 
blooded Jersey cow with a calf. I wonder if long years 
ago there was any relationship existing between the two? 
The doe is a big female. She weighs 200 pounds. She 
wears her spring and summer garment — her red petticoat. 
The duties of maternity evidently agree with her, for 
she is sleek and fat. Now mama compels the toddlers to 
stop eating, and even gives the largest of the fawns a slight 
tap on the head to prevent his rushes for more sustenance. 
This furry thing promises to be a buck, for he is deter- 
mined to get what he wants, but his mother is too quick 
for him. She leaps from one side to the other with the 
agility that only a deer possesses, and now both little oties, 
entering into the spirit of play, run and jump in imitation 
of their mother. Now the dame runs twenty rods up 
the hill, and the little ones follow. Now they all come back 
pell mell. No sooner have the little ones reached the 
water's edge than they repeat the performance again 
and again. 
How proud mama looks ! Were there ever two such 
lovely fawns ? Not to her way of thinking. After having 
run about ten times, they evidently tirs and come iip to 
partake of the maternal font. But instinct teaches that 
it is not good to eat when so heated from violent exer- 
cise, so the mother leads them to water, lets them drink 
and then again tempts them to repeat their performance 
of running and romping. It strikes me the mother has an 
object in view. Can it be to teach her young to gain 
strength and surefootedness? I think so. Now the two 
urchins come tumbling down the hillside with an im- 
petuosity that is undeniable. The smaller one of the two 
is enabled to stop just at the water's edge, but the baby 
buck is coming so quick and he has so little control of 
himself, he tumbles from the embankment and falls with 
a resounding splash into the water, and then begins to 
bleat exactly like a calf, as much as to say, "Mama, mama, 
sister pushed me in the water. Come help me, I am hurt." 
And now I make my mistake. The entire affair is so. 
ludricous, I laugh, and that very loud, and then you 
should see the doe. One quick look in my direction, one 
quicker jump into obscurity, a call for her offspring and 
that settles it. Then I think of my camera, and pressing 
the bulb, the best I can do is to give the picture of the 
scene where this happened. . I am very sorry, but will try 
and do better next time. 
In a short time Jim return. I tell him of all I have 
seen, and he tells me so much of the deer licks and the 
profusion of tracks and deer that we embark and row up 
the creek to the dam. 
Counting the turns and twists of the creek, it is a four- 
mile row, but we take it slow and admire our surround- 
ings. Here is a picttire of the dam and the old logging 
road. And if you have good eyes and will look where you 
can see the water, you will see two large deer. I was too 
far distant to obtain a distinct picture, but I hope the 
general beauty of the spot will recompense you for the 
failure to locate the deer. 
The rest of the forenoon was spent in this neighborhood. 
I counted before 11 o'clock eighteen deer, crossing and 
recrossing the creek below the dam. I watched a bald- 
headed eagle steal his breakfast from a fish hawk and 
then sail back to his nest to keep warm the one solitary 
egg. I saw a litter of wildcats (there were three), the 
old one snarling and raising her hair as such varmints do 
when cornered or scared. 
"Jim, what is that coming down the road? Why, yes, 
two brown dogs. What kind " 
"No, Mr. Tarbel, those are two bear cubs. Wait and I 
will scare out the old one." 
With this, Jim jumped down the embankment and 
ran toward the cubs, howling like a fiend. He had not 
gone more than twenty rods when the she bear broke the 
woods, and with an angry growl called her young ones 
and was lost in the shrubbery before you could count ten. 
And this continued all day, one scene of wonderful 
things, native and wild, health-giving and educating. 
At noon we ate our lunch and then started for the big 
lake. The rest of the day was to be spent in fishing. At 
the junction of the creek and lake is a small bit of sandy 
beach; attached to a stick pushed well down in the 
sand was fluttering a note. We were soon in possession 
of it, and we found it to be a message from Knapp and 
Christy, asking us to come to Lake Content. Their guide 
had impressed them with the fishing possibilities of the 
little Jake, and even Jim acknowledged it was a renowned 
place for black bass. 
Lake Content lies almost parallel with Big St. Germain, 
north of it, and there is a little thoroughfare connecting 
the two, not more than three rods across. As we came 
naerer to this point, Jim pointed out the exact location to 
me. but I could not distinguish it. 
As the bushes hung in the water beneath and pines that 
had the stature of church steeples rose in tall columns 
above the smaller birch, beech and hemlock, until their 
branches intermingled, the eye at even a short distance 
could not detect any opening in the shore to mark the 
egress of the water. In the forest above no traces of this 
outlet were to be seen from the lake, the whole presenting 
th same connected and seemingly interminable carpet of 
leaves. As we came within a few rods, the thoroughfare 
stood plainly revealed, and while Jim pushed the boat 
through, I walked across the narrow strip of land and 
beheld Lake Content. It is small in comparison with Big 
St. Germain, but is unquestionably one of the most beauti- 
ful spots in all the world. 
Friend Knapp and Christy with their guide and boat 
were soon sighted, and having arranged my fishing tackle 
we slowly trolled toward them. When within six rods of 
them they both shouted, and looking I saw that both had a 
large fish on their hooks. I thought this would be an ad- 
mirable pioture to produce, so here you are. My friends 
had excellent luck, and showed more than forty fine bass 
and pike, and one i4-pound muskellunge. 
The rest of the day was spent in fishing, and in calling 
the attention of one another to diversity of events. Now 
it rnight be a deer on the shore, then an exqee^iingly lucky 
i^tril^e, but whatever the occasion, it y?'a.s pure, native. 
healthy, life-giving joy and recreation, every hour of 
which added weeks to man's life and mental vision. 
We stayed at McGregor Camp one week; we were 
hospitably entertained by genial Bob and his wife; we 
brought home each a very large box of bass, pike and 
muskellunge, and laid our plans for the hunting season to 
come, with great hopes and expectations. 
How sorry we were to leave it all. I know that I felt 
it was no uncommon privilege for any one to enjoy such 
surroundings constantly, and pictured to my mind the 
possession of a home in this wilderness, where I would 
be content to live from one day to another, enjoying 
nature. 
"Paul, you know you would like it for a few weeks, but 
you would soon tire and yearn for the tumult of the 
city," says my wife. Well, it may be I would, but I doubt 
it, and now while I write there comes to my mind a little 
haven of refuge Jim and I built last fall near a runway, 
where we spent many an hour unseen and unheard, and 
had all the tribe of Wahpitas come dangerously close 
to us. I walked to this place with my friends, and here- 
with present you a picture of it. with my guide, Jim, and 
my friend, Christy, in the foreground. 
Well, it is time to say good-by. I have written a 
great deal, but probably have said little to interest you. 
However, I will do better next time. Don't let me forget 
to say when we got ready to go to Glenbrook, Bob Mc- 
Gregor was the proudest man in Vilas county when he 
drove us in a brand new three-seated buckboard attached 
to two fine young horses, which reminded us forcibly of 
our other ride, because it was so different. 
Bass Fishing from the Car Window. 
Cleveland, O., Aug. 7. — The average commercial 
traveler of to-day is too much engrossed with business 
to take advantage of the opportunities that are afforded 
him from time to time to go fishing. Then, on the other 
hand, every man is not an enthusiastic follower of Wal- 
ton. Our tastes vary according to our early education. 
Some prefer horse races, others baseball and tennis, or 
perhaps golf, but for me, give me a fishing rod and a 
nice quiet stream or small lake and I can soon forget 
every earthly care as I patiently wait for a rise. 
The sunshine of the past few weeks has brought on the 
fever again, and many are the fish that I have caught (in 
my mind, of course) from the car window. 
As I am gliding swiftly through the country in the 
early springtime, when nature is donning her beautiful 
summer garb, how often do I see a nice pool beside some 
giant boulder, or a sunken log where I am almost sure 
that an old 3-pound bass is awaiting his opportunity to 
seize a nice fat minnow or frog. How cautiously I ap- 
proach the spot and make my cast; the minnow lands 
just at the edge of the shadow, there is a swish and a 
splash and away he goes, making the reel fairly sing. 
Careful now lest I strike him too quickly. Ah ! the steel 
is firmly set and he is off in his mad rush straight for the 
opposite side of the pool. See ! he breaks and shakes his 
head in his vain endeavor to free himself from the cruel 
hook. Away he goes again, and the merry click of the 
reel is sweeter than the sweetest music. Careful now, for 
he is making for that old sunken treetop, and if he suc- 
ceeds in reaching it he is almost certain to free him- 
self. At last his rush is checked, and I start to reel him 
in slowly, inch by inch. Now he is off for another rush, 
and goes straight for the bottom, where he sulks for a few 
seconds, but after a little coaxing he has finally turned on 
his side. Isn't he a beauty? Now if I can only land 
him successfully, won't he be a prize ! He makes two or 
three more short rushes and is finally brought to net, and 
after weighing him I find that he tips the beam at 
pounds, and another one has been caught "from the car 
window." 
The thought occurs to me here that a great many of the 
fishing tales that we read from time to time in some of our 
sporting journals, that are beautiful from a rhetorical 
standpoint, are manufactured in this way, so to speak, and 
.the fish that are invariably caught are (a great many of 
them) caught from "the car window" or in the easy chair 
of the den. I much prefer the genuine article, how- 
ever, and have managed to steal away several times during 
the season for a quiet day with the bass, but my catch, as 
regards numbers, has not been very large. 
On Decoration Day I successfully landed two 3- 
pounders and one weighing 2 pounds — not so bad after all, 
considering the fact that they were caught in the Chagrin 
River, about twenty miles east of Cleveland, a stream that 
is almost "fished to death" on account of being easily 
reached by street cars from the city. 
I expect to leave on my annual fishing trip about Aug. 
27, and many are the preparations that have been made by 
myself and friend, L. F. B. He is an enthusiast on the 
fish question, and his good wife informs me that if I 
don't stop relating stories to him she will be compelled to 
start an aquarium in the bath tub and stock it with some 
good-sized fish for his special benefit. Our destination 
will be Rondeau. Canada, and if the fishing is as good as 
last year, I hope to report some good catches of bass and 
pickerel. If any of the Forest and Stream family, resi- 
dents of Ohio, desire good bass fishing during September, 
this is certainly the best place I know of. It is easily 
reached from Cleveland — only four hours' ride by steamer, 
and good hotel accommodations. If you go during Sep- 
tember vou will not be disappointed. 
Wah-Wah. 
Boys Dynamite Trout" Stfeams. 
The Newburgh Journal of Aug. 11 reports that Dr. 
Willett Kidd, the game protector, learned recently that 
some lads had d3'namited a trout stream in Sullivan coun- 
ty in the vicinity of Livingston Manor. He went out to 
Sullivan county this week to investigate the matter, and 
learned that the boys had exploded a dynamite cartridge in 
Cat Tail Creek, a natural trout stream which empties into 
the Beaverkill at Livingston Manor. The stream had 
also been stocked bj^ the State, and there was a great deal 
of indignation among the sportsmen at the willful viola- 
tion of the law. Many trout were killed by the explosion. 
One of the dynamiters pleaded guilty before Justice .of the 
Peace Peter Millspaugh, and paid the full penalty. Warf- 
rap.ts will be is'^ued for the femainder of the party^ 
Tarpon Fishing at Tampico. 
Kansas CitYj Mo., Aug, 6. — Editor Forest and Stream: 
I note that you have published my paper on "Winter 
Fishing at Tampico," but am sorry that you did not see 
fit to reproduce more of the photographs that I sent you, 
for the reason that perhaps some of your readers will 
think that the big tales I told about fishing need some 
ocular confirmation. 
1 note a few typographical errors, but only two of them 
are of any consequence. In two places you call a salt- 
water pike a "whalo" instead of "robalo." This error is 
due primarily to my bad handwriting, and secondly to my 
typewriter, who failed to interpret it properly. The sec- 
ond error is yours, for you make Dr. Howe say that the 
head of a big tarpon that he landed looked like that of a 
"sow" instead of a "cow." 
After writing the paper that you have published. I 
made, early in March, another trip to Tampico with Dr. 
Howe, staying there five days and catching in all thirty- 
five fish, four of them being large tarpon and the rest 
principally jackfish. In one day, inside of an hour, I took 
two jackfish, each exactly 4 feet in length. They must 
have weighed 50 pounds apiece. Unfortunately, I had 
no scales with me that day to find out their exact weight, 
but they were by far the largest jackfish that I have ever 
seen or heard of. I took them at the mouth of the river 
above the city, just where the Mexican Central Rail- 
way crosses. 
Dr. Howe did some pretty big fishing with his hand 
lines at the mouth of the river opposite the city. In about 
four hours one day he took four sawfish that measured 
from 13 feet to 15 feet each in length. He caught also 
two or three tarpon and jackfish while I was with him, 
and after I left, a number of others. In fact, he struck 
some very fine fishing after my departure, as some photo- 
graphs that he has sent me will testify. 
_ My object in writing you this letter is to call the atten- 
tion of those of your readers who are tarpon fishermen 
to the fact that it is now practicable to arrange for 
fairly good accommodations at La Barra for next winter. 
I am trying to induce Mr. Frank Hetfield, the hotel 
keeper, and Mr. Robert Farley, the taxidermist, at Tarpon 
(Aransas Pass), Texas, to go down to Tampico for the 
months of December, January, February and March. 
When I saw them about a month ago, they had nearly 
made up their minds to do so. All they want now is a 
Httle encouragement from tarpon fishermen, so I would 
suggest that those of the fraternity who want some ex- 
cellent sport next winter, correspond at once with Mr. 
Hetfield and make arrangements to go down there. The 
to^vn of La Barra is a watering place for Tampico and 
vicinity, and the few houses there are in great demand 
through the summer months, but in winter they are 
empty, consequently Mr. Hetfield could at very little ex- 
pense arrange to furnish fair accommodations for sports- 
men. He would provide cots and bedding and would 
set a much better table than is to be found at the hotels in 
Tampico. Mr. Farley would be prepared to mount tarpon 
and other fish for any sportsman who might desire his • 
services in that line. He does his work exceedingly well. 
If my business will permit, I shall go down there early 
in December and take with me several friends. 
If I can furnish any other information to gentlemen who 
contemplate trying the fishing at Tampico, I shall be 
pleased to do so. My address is No. 664 Gibraltar Build- 
ing, Kansas City, Mo. J. A. L. Waddell. 
Canadian Angling Notes. 
Whenever we Canadians do any talking or preaching to 
the fishes, it is not usually on the lines of the sermon 
preached to them by St. Anthony of Padua ; nor do we 
read them anything from the columns of Forest and 
Stream^ preferring to keep our business secrets to our- 
selves. Therefore I hope that I am violating no trust when 
I quote from a letter just received from Brooklyn, 
in which the writer — a well-known member of the New 
York Press Club— says : "I shall start on my vacation 
Sunday, the 19th inst., and have promised myself the 
pleasure of dropping in on you about Wednesday morning, 
the 32d. Can you give me a little advice on the subject 
of flies? I suppose I will need some for both trout and 
ouananiche. This is strictly confidential. I don't want the 
fish to know I am coming. Poor fish !" 
There may be others in the position of my Brooklyn 
correspondent, and so at the risk of repeating what I have 
written on former occasions, I shall mention some of the 
flies that are likely to prove most serviceable for both 
trout and ouananiche in Canada, from the present time 
to the end of the fishing season. Ouananiche are taking 
smaller flies on the Grande Decharge than they rose to in 
the early part of the season. Jock-Scott and silver-doctor 
should be tied on No. S or 6 hooks. Duller colored flies 
may be used on No. 4 or 5 hooks just now, for the water 
is heavy on account of recent rains. Should fine weather 
set in — and we have had scarcely any of it here this year — 
still smaller flies may be required, and it will doubtless be 
well to have some on No. 7 or 8 hooks, such as the Gen- 
eral-Hooker, cow-dung, hare's-ear, queen-of-the-water, 
etc. The brown-hackle and coch-y-bondhu are often very 
telling lures. In the rivers flowing into Lake St. John, 
somewhat larger flies may be employed, and I understand 
that the ascent of the Peribonca to Lake Tschotagama, ajl<5 
of the Mistassini and Ashuapmouchouan rivers is likely #Q 
be made during the next five weeks by several parties of 
visiting anglers. 
The standard flies for trout in this north country, after 
the Jock-Scott and other small salmon flies, are the Par- 
machenee-belle, grizzly-king, professor, queen-of-the 
water and coachman, in about the order above given, 
though many others are successful, including all of those 
recommended above for ouananiche. 
In the shape of a box of handsome fresh ouananiche 
that reached me this morning from Lake St. John. I had 
visual demonstration of the splendid sport being at pres- 
ent enjoyed by anglers on tbe Grande Decharge. 
Press of literary and other engagements has kept the 
undersigned so closely chained to business that he has 
had but part of six days' fishing so far during the sum- 
mer, but in that time, notwithstanding the lateness of the 
season for salmon fishing, he was fortunate enough to 
get some rare sportj including a successfvil fight of oae 
