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FOREST AND STREAM. 
[Oct. 12, 1901. 
wood echo with their peculiar cry, and the lake was like 
a mirror. At this hour, when all was quiet, we could 
get into the canoe, and presently a trout would jump 
out in the middle of the lake, and we would make for 
the spot and cast over the circle that he made; almost] 
instantly he would take the fly, and then would come the 
fight. In this way twenty or twenty-five fish could easily 
be taken before darkr 
One day we decided to take a trip up another river to 
a distant lake, where Joe said it was full of trout of the 
most beautiful coloring, and so it proved to be. It wasi 
a rough trip, and no one had been there for two or three 
years. After passing through our lake we started up a 
small river, and finally came to Lake Zim, named after, 
my friend by the guides, because, they said, he was thci 
first white man to fish it. Passing through this we again 
took to the river for about two and a half miles, with a 
large bog on either side, about one mile wide, known 
as the big caribou bog. The bog is trodden down with 
caribou paths and moose runways. I n.ever saw so 
many caribou signs before. This is where the Indians, 
get their meat for traps, because it is open country and| 
easy to see game. They generally station themselves atj 
a certain point, and wait until the game walks out in| 
plain view, which, [ believe, is not often very long. After 
passing this we came to woods again, and then another 
carry and some sm.all lake.'i, without names, and more 
carries and rivers, until evening, when we reached the 
lake we started for. Just where lo fish we did not know; 
but it did not take us long to find out, for the fish were 
all over the pond; the middle was just as good as any- 
where, so we drifted along and cast in all directions, 
landing may fine trout, none over 1% pounds; but the 
colors exceeded any that we saw; they were as cold as 
ice. The frost had not come out of the ground, and Ave 
could hardly drive tent poles down; the springs contained 
a covering cf mud ice. The next morning we took a 
few more fish and started for home. A few days later 
we made a second trip up this riArer, when we saw a bull 
and cow moose standing in the middle of the river, with 
their heads together, drinking. It was a beautiful spot, 
a wide stream, with meadow on either side, and a thici: 
forest of spruce trees for a background. You canno 
imagine a more beautiful picture than it made, and tc 
think that after accommodating us with three attempts 
at their photographs, we did not get them in the field. 
We had everything in our favor, but luck was against us. 
I have often seen pictures of wild game, but never a bet- 
ter one than this. We lost the one chance in a lifetime 
to see a bull and cow together in such open country. 
A day or so later we made another trip part way down 
the first river we fished, and had more fine sport, and 
noticed an increase of game signs. The flies by this time 
had begun to get pretty bad, and the moose and caribou 
were coming to water to get rid of them, consequently 
the meadows and river banks showed fresh signs daily. 
Fishing a5_we did, and traveling as fast as we did, we 
took six hundred fine trout, and how many more we saw 
I cannot tell you; if we had fished all day, hard, and 
counted ?M we could catch, I would not like to say what! 
the score would have been, and I am proud to say that 
guides and sportsmen had the same spirit about the kill- 
ing of fish, and that was to kill no more than we could 
eat. 
One of the most pleasant features of this tramp was the 
cheerful way that Joe and Philip went to work; their one 
idea was to please us and make us as comfortable as pos-i 
sible. When night came, it was spent about the fire, 
if we were off in the wood, or in front of a wood fire in 
the little log camp, telling the usual stories, and Joe was 
great sport. He would try first in EngHsh. then in 
French and then in Indian, and finally, after a good 
laugh, Philip would do his best to help him out. Joe's 
gestures were fine, and his deep, rich voice made it very 
attractive. When the time came to part we hated to 
leave our guides, for when men like these live together, 
as men do in the woods, they become very fond of each 
other. On this little trip I never heard an impatient or 
vulgar expression of any kind; it was always the same 
polite, willing reply. There is one thing that I cannot 
understand, and that is, how men can go in the woods 
with such guides, and make fun of them and their work; 
but it is done, and it is such sportsmen that never have 
the good will of their men. If sportsmen would remem- 
ber that a guide's work is one of the greatest possible 
skill and experience, after years of hard knocks and 
often narrow escapes, that their ways are better than 
any suggestion that can be made by a man who spends 
a few weeks or days a year in the wood, I am sure that 
there would be fewer complaint.^. These men, to me, are 
a part of the v/oods ; it is their home as much as it is the 
home of the moose, the caribou, and all that belongs 
there, and I love to see them about. I always look on 
them as some of my best friends and, after being with 
them for over twenty-three j^ears. I have yet to make a 
complaint about my treatment. I have never yet em- 
ployed one that I would not like to see again, and wish 
it were possible to have them all together and talk over 
the good old times far back in the woods. So, brother 
sportsmen, remember not to make fun of such men. 
either in the woods or at home, because I am sure they 
will not be mean to you after you have gone, and espe- 
cially if vou have been fair with them. 
F. B. GUMMEY. 
CHICAGO AND THE WEST. 
Long: Island Black Bass. 
E.^ST Moriches. N. Y., Oct. 4.— Editor Forest and 
Siream: We so often hear in your paper of the wonder- 
ful catches of black bass in the West that I thought it 
might interest some of your readers to know that there 
are some good fish to be taken within easy r^ach of New 
York. On Wednesday last Scott Rayor and myself caught 
five bass and a quantity of yellow perch in the mill pond 
here, The bass ranged" from 1^4 to 3 pounds, and .the perch 
many of them i pound and over. •■All were caught trolling 
Avith live bait (rillies caught in the bay here), and. with 
light, split bamboos, afforded good sport. 
I may mention that the pond is free, and that boats can 
be procured from tjhe owner for a nominal fee. 
P. S. — Ducks arel\ist beginning to put iji an appearance. 
On opening day one party got eight, the best bag I have 
heard of. 
Hy. J. Growtage. 
MuscalluQge. 
Cnic.KGO, fJL, Oct. 5.— Mr. G. E. Highley, of the 
American Linseed Works, starts to-night with his friends, 
Mr. Richards and Mr. E. A. Gilbert, for an extended 
rnuscallunge trip along the Manitowish chain of Wiscon- 
sin. Mr. Highley is taking along one of the most com- 
plete outfits for rnuscallunge the writer has seen for some 
time, and I notice that he is partial to big, single hooks, 
rather than to the triple hook gangs, which, until re- 
cently, were almost exclusively used by Western muscal- 
lunge anglers. It is no unusual thing now to see a mus- 
callunge angler going out with an outfit not very dis- 
similar _ to that for tarpon fishing — long snells of piano 
wire, big. bronze tarpon hooks, short and stiff rod, with 
big guides, wide-barreled reel, etc. The conclusion 
seems to be gaining ground, as stated in these columns," 
that rnuscallunge fishing to-day demands a higher art 
than simple trolling. 
Mr. James Keeley. managing editor of the Chicago 
Tribune, left last night for a muscallunge trip of two or 
three weeks in Wisconsin. Mr. Keeley goes in at Mani- 
towish, and he has been lucky enough to secure the ser- 
vices of my old trapping friend, Frank Brandis. who is 
conceded to be one of the best guides in Wisconsin. 
Bi-andis has that quality not always found either among 
guides or other men— absolute honesty and straightfor- 
wardness — and hence he is good to tie to. He will take 
the newspaper man up to muscallunge, if anybody can, 
and if Mr. Keeley does not have good luck it will be 
simply because he was unwise enough to start for his 
fishing trip' upon a Friday. 
Mr. W. H. Haskell, more commonly known as Bill 
Haskell, or old Bill Haskell, was another one to tempt 
fortune by starting on a fishing trip upon the unlucky 
day. Bill goes to the Boulder and Sand Lake chain, get- 
ting off at Woodruff. If he does not get muscallunge, and 
big ones, or at least if he does not come back telling he 
has done so, it shall, indeed, go hard. Few anglers 
there be of this burg who can equal the piscatorial doings 
of the aforesaid Bill Haskell, as depicted in the recountals 
of Bill Haskell aforesaid. 
By the way, the amiable facility in story telling evinced 
by the above veteran has occasioned abundant entertain- 
ment for the Wishininne Club this week. It seems that 
Mayor Harrison, of Chicago, has been contributing for 
the past week or so for the columns of the Sunday 
Tribune some stories regarding men he has fished with, 
one of whom Bill Haskell was which. The Mayor went 
on to repeat, in print, some of Bill's fishing stories, in- 
cluding that famous one in which Bill tells how he was 
once wrecked on an island in the Mississippi River. He 
managed to save his gun and powder horn — this was in 
the old muzzleloading days — but lost his boat and every- 
thing else, only swimming to shore with difficulty. Thus 
he had a weapon, but only half the necessary provender for 
the same, and starvation stared him in the face. "I do 
not know what would have become of me," said Bill, "it 
it had not been that as I looked out upon the hurrying 
waters I saw a small, dark object come floating toward 
me. I looked more closely, and saw that it was my shot 
r pouch. I seized it and was saved I After that I 
killed ducks enough to provide me with food until, at 
length, I was rescued" This story, with variations, is 
one of Bill's best. The Mayor insinuated that it lacked 
I certain elements of accuracy. In return Bill has brought 
suit against the Mayer in the Wishininne Court, for 
$500,000, and has engaged as his counsel Mr. Graham H. 
Harris. The trial is set for an early session, and inter- 
esting developments are expected to follow. 
Pickerel. 
The cold, fall weather has set not only the muscallimgc 
but the big pickerel on the feed. A sportsman, visiting 
at Crystal Lake, about fifty miles from this city, in the 
upper part of the State, this week caught a fish weighing 
22y> pounds. This fish is called a "pickerel," according 
to the vernacular of this region, though, properly speak- 
ing, it is the great Northern pike. This is the largest 
specimen of the species reported from upper Illinois for 
several years. 
Chicago Nottingham Style. 
Mr. James L. Van Uxem to-day told me something 
about a fashion of bait casting which seems to be gaining 
ground in this part of ths world. It will be borne in 
mind that Chicago has been justly famous as the mother 
of the art of bait casting with the short rod and three 
reels. Not content with perfecting this system of bait 
casting, Chicago now seems bent upon elaborating an- 
other s.vstem quite the reverse, and one which would be 
stigmatized as highly improper, if not immoral, by all 
practitioners of the art of bait casting, with the free reel. 
In brief, the bait caster of this new school uses a cane 
pole, as long as he can secure. He does not have any 
reel at all, but at about the place where the first guide 
would come on a casting rod, he has lashed to his cane 
pole a big agate guide, whose aperture is nearly as large 
as a lead pencil. Metal trumpet guides of equal caliber 
are lashed along the rod, and the tip has an agate guide 
of the same size. The line used is of hard enameled silk, 
rather larger and stiffer than can be used in bait casting 
with the reel. The angler uses a big spoon or a big frog, 
the weight not making much difference. His line he coils 
in the bottom of the boat, and then, standing up, with a 
vast sweep of his fishing engine, he hurls out the bait, 
to a distance of perhaps 100 feet, the line passing out 
readily through the big guides. The recovery is done 
hand over hand, and the line is coiled as before. This 
style of fishing is an elaboration of the ancient art of the 
cane pole, with a line of its own length tied fast to the 
tip. This Long Tom • casting, as it inight perhaps well 
be call«i, is proved to be successful in killing bass. A 
number of Chicago fishermen practice it. As an art it 
was first perfected on Fox Lake, and as it is constantly 
practiced by the Dunnell boys, wellrknown shooters and 
fishers of that locality, it was, perhaps, they, who first 
perfected it. In the brains of anglers there be many 
■•schenafs. . Not every nian. can handle a free nyijiyig reel, 
especially if it costs $20, but fie Can cast with the Li)ng 
Xopi— unless the line happens to get caught on the seat 
board, _ 
'iChicago IFIy-CastinglClub. 
Mr. N. C. Heston, the amiable secretary ot the Chi 
cago Fly-Casting Club, has completed the figuring oi 
the seasonal averages of the club. The long-distance flj 
average is captured by Mr. A. C. Smith, with the per- 
centage of 95.05. Mr. Smith also takes the medal for 
delicacy in bait-casting, 96.63 per cent. The re-entry 
events for Sept. 7 and 8, not earlier made public, are 
given below, with the average percentages for the season 
made by members of th^ club: 
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94.74 
87.94 
92.8 
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so 
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93.87 
86.3 
91.96 
91.33 
95.77 
94.44 
95 
92.57 
89.47 
93.36 
94.14 
94.92 
94 
89 
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a; 
p:p^ 
88.4 
89.06 
87.27 
79.3 
90.7 
92.95 
84.95 
89.37 
65.3 
82.14 
91.9 
88.5 
95.26 
94.85 
90.62 
91.30 
90.43 
be 
So 
86 
86.83 
79.77 
87.41 
88.61 
92.3 
86.88 
87.66 
82.4 
90.41 
96.63 
93.86 
93.75 
91.29 
91 
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91. 3( 
86.9 
83.5'. 
74.4; 
89.1. - 
88;8f' 
85. 7f' 
86.34 
65.3. 
82.2. ; 
91.4 ■ 
88.5, 
95. OF; 
94. 9r- 
94.61 
93.11 
87. ir 
94.74 
94 4-6 
94.7 
94 1-6 
82.7 
,S9.8 
82.3 
9i 1-6 
91 4-6 
94 5-6 
92 
81 2-6 
92.57 
95 3-6 
95.5 
93 5-6 
93 4-6 
94 2-6 
93 2-6 
88.9 
91 4-6 
87.94 
87 4-6 
92.3 
97 4-6 
94 2-6 
95 5-6 
95 2-6 
93 5-6 
97 1-6 
94.44 
93 1-6 
97 
85 ,5-6 
92 1-6 
92,6 
95.2 
92 4-6 
97.5 
97.8 
97 4-6 
93 1-6 
98 2-6 
95 
92 4-6 
85.3 
96 5-6 
88 2-6 
81 
91 5-6 
90 2-6 
95.6 
95 1-2 
89.47 
90 5-6 
92.5 
95 1-2 
97 4-6 
9i 1-6 
98 3-6 
95.77 
95 
97.2 
96 
86,9 
93.8 
93.4 
94.8 
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H Ainsworth 89.19 
I D Belasco 85.14 
L I Blackman 
W T Church 75.40 
H Greenwood 89.14 
N C Heston 76.86 
G A Hinterleitner 
E R Letterman 75.95 
Robertson 
Robinson 
.Salter 
F S Smith 
Scores for full schedule: 
Smith 94.24 
Hascall 97.49 
Peet 98.77 
Bellows 96.41 
Perce 77.26 
Winning Scores.— Long-distance tiy, A. C. Smith, highest generat 
average, 95.05. Accuracy and delicacy fly, A, C. Smith, delicacj 
bait medal, 96.63. 
II Ainsworth 100 
H Ainsworth 95 
I D Belasco 
I D Belasco 
W T Qiurch 
Bellows 101 
Bellows 105 
M Fries 
H Greenwood 
H Greenwood 
G H Harris 
G H Harris 
H G Hascall 
H G Hascall 105 
N C Heston 
N C Heston 
E R Letterman 
E R Letterman 
F N Peak 
F N Peet 
F N Peet 
E A Ren wick 85 
E A Renwick 85 
Perce 87 
F H Secord 
F H Secord 
A C Smith 
G W Strell 
T E Strong 
F S Smith 
F S Smith 
Want an Oil Stove, 
Mr. J. Edmond Strong and his friend, Mr. Selz, botlii 
of the firm of Selz. Schwab & Co., of this city, leave this 
week for a canoe trip of a few days in Wisconsin. They 
intend to do a httle fishing and a little shooting and 
purpose camping out at night. They will probably run 
the Flambeau or Chippewa River. They were looking 
around this week for some kind of a portable oil stove 
which would do to heat up a tent at night. I told them 
they could search me. I have ncA^er yet run across 
small oil stove which did not have an unfortunate way of' 
smoking, and kerosene smoke in a close tent is not con- 
ducive to happiness. But why want a kerosene stover 
Are there no branches in Gilead? Is Dan shy of all hack- 
matack, and is ash utterly run out in Beersheba? 
E. Hough 
HARxroRD Building, Chicago, 111. 
A Month at Lake Winnipissaukee. 
Boston, Sept. ii. — Editor Forest and Stream: My, 
friend, Seaver, of East Boston, who owns the cottage 
at Spring Ilensen, Lake Winnipisaukee, being "chained 
to business" during the first half of August, kindly gave 
me the keys and told me to make myself at home as 
soon as I liked. Accordingly, the last day of July saw 
Mrs. S. and myself, with the necessary female help, take 
the first train for the desired haven. The groceries and, 
things had been sent on in advance. A couple of hours 
served to put the house to rights, and we soon settled 
down for a month's solid enjoyment. The next day the 
boat house was opened and the cedar lapstreak Henrietta 
was put into the water, fishing rods set up, and every- 
thing was made ready for a journey upon the bass, and 
any other fish that might come our way. 
it was not until Saturday, Aug. 3, that I made my first 
fishing trip. Mr. J. W. Fitch, a well-known business 
man, of this city, has a cottage next ours, where, with his 
family, he put in a long summer, going early and stay- 
ing late. During July and August he usually divides the 
time with his son George, one looking after the business 
end, while the other does the vacation act. It is a capi- 
tal arrangement, and both seem to enjoy it. On the 
Saturday referred to Mr. Fitch told me he had discoverec 
a new place for bass, and we took his boat and pulled 
good, strong mile directly across from our shore, tc 
Rattlesnake Island. We had grasshopp^ers and minnows 
for bait — the former is a favorite with Mr. Fitch, while 1 
preferred the latter. We soon, had half a dozen fish oJ 
fair size, when they apparently left for other parts of the^ 
lake. We pulled the anclior and rowed up to nearh 
the head of the island, where Mr. Fitch knew of anothei 
likely place. And it was here I had an experience sucl 
as never fell to my lot before, and I am still, speculating 
as to what I really got hitched to. I have had fish gel 
away from me before new, but I have generally knowi 
what kind of a fish it was that refused to come to the net 
On this occasion I was using a.lancewood fly- rod. witl 
a 6-foot leader, new, and at the end of about 30 feet at 
line I had a lively minnow. T had about a yard of slaci 
line pulled off the reel, and I patiently waited devel 
opments. Presently I observed the slack going throug! 
