Oct. 12, 1901.] 
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tlie guides at a moderate rate, and I pulled off 8 or 10 
feet more, and when that had gone I struck, and struck 
hard. There was no response at the other end of the 
line, such as I had good reason to expect, and I began 
immediately to work the reel. I recovered perhaps a 
dozen feet of line when there was a sudden stop, and 
before I could think what to do next there was a tre- 
mendous pull backward, and when I reeled in my line I 
found the leader parted in the middle. Of course I am 
still in the dark as to what kind of a fish I had hold of — 
had it been a bass or a salmon he would have come to 
the surface as soon as he could have got there — so I 
concluded, and that was the judgment of others to whorn 
the incident was related, that it was one of the large lake 
trout which are plenty in that water. After that experi- 
ence we did not fash any more that day. 
The season all around the lake has been a very suc- 
cessful one — more people than ever before occupied the 
numerous cottages and camps, and the weather through- 
out August was delightful; we had plenty of rain, but the 
showers came mostly in the night. The hotels and board- 
ing houses did a large business. The fishing was good 
enough for anybody. I did not get any large fish, sev- 
eral of ij4 pounds being the largest that fell to my rod. 
I did have the pleasure of seeing the biggest and hand- 
somest bass that ever came within my vision — it was a 
6-pounder, and was caught by George Fitch, at the place 
his father had taken me our first day out. As George 
and a friend were going on a bicycle trip the next day, 
he gave me the fish, and he was in the pot the same 
day. A few days after, in the same place. I had caught 
a number of fair-sized fish, and was reeling in one of 
about a pound weight; what seemed to be the mate to 
George's fish followed mine nearly to the surface, when 
he suddenly turned in toward tiie shore. As quickly as 
possible I put on a fresh minnovv' and cast inshore; I 
soon saw the fish again, but I could not get him to take 
hold. 
During my stay I heard of quite a number of large 
bass beiTig taken, the largest being one of SjA pounds, 
caught near Centre Harbor. On Aug. 14 Mr. and Mrs. 
Seaver arrived and t!ie sail was tlien put on the Hen- 
rietta, for Mr. .Seaver is an expert yachtsman. My old 
friend Huse. of Laconia, Cattle finvvn to his cottage sev- 
eral times, and he gave me the plea.ling Information that 
his son Walter wanted me to mnke my next winter's 
visit to his cottage, on Lake Winnisquam, an invitation 
Walter verified when I saw him a few days later in 
Laconia. I was also pleased to meet Ed. Stone, the all- 
around sportsman; Willinm Wfilhu*?, his fishing partner, 
I did not See; he w'hn bn^v bttilding a big business block 
in Bristol, When that job 11 done they will doubtless 
get together again, when there wil! be some fishing, fol- 
lowed by a garr.e ol' pitch to see who shall clean the fish. 
We were at the coUa.ge just a month, and never did the 
time seem to pas? so quickly. There were few day.s 
Avhen 1 did not either fi.'^'i or roam through the fields 
and pastu'-e.s gathering all sorts of luscious berries, which 
were in profusion everywhere. There will be good sport 
with the gun in that region this fall, as partridges were 
numerouC It was with reluctance that we began to make 
the necessary arrangements for leaving the beautiful 
spot where sits the ' Tempie Cottage," but on the last 
dav of the month the shutters were put up, we bade adieu 
to 'the Fitches, pleasant neighbors, and eariy in the after- 
noon were again at home with the complexions of In- 
dians and appetites to match. Wm. B. Smart. 
ing of a similar fish on a five-ounce rod, with suitable 
accessories! In one case it is mere brute kilhng force, 
much like striking the waiting steer in the shambles with 
the death-dealing hammer. Unless the hook tears loose 
or the line or rod break— the latter an unlikely happen- 
ing — the fish must come. Such work, in a cod or mack- 
erel sense, is fishing pure and simple, and I presume the 
camp cook, enjoined to have a trout dinner for the crew, 
anchors his boat at the outlet of the brook into the lake 
and goes about things in a business-like way. He has a 
score or more of famished timber-fellers anxious for a 
change over from beans and pork to satisfy, and the idea 
of sport or playing a fish never for a moment enters his 
head. To witness such a slaughter would turn a true 
sportsman's head, even to the extent of a desire to mur- 
der the cook in just such a manner as he was murdering 
the trout. , , , 
Then there is the angler who scorns the orthodox mus- 
c^llonge, or landlocked salmon lure, and who retains 
the spoon, but onlv one of the three hooks. He ex- 
claims in defence of his idea that he wishes to give the 
fish a chance, and if he cannot land his fish with one 
hook, then the fish can go his way. 
Certainly there is method in this man s madness, it 
any of you will so call it. The late President Arthur once 
plaved a salmon for hours— how many I do not now re- 
meniber— and when the stubborn fish was lifted with gaff 
over the side of the boat, and lay gasping upon the boat s 
bottom the loosening of the tension of the line and the 
movement of the jaws of the fish were sufficient to allow 
the fly hook to drop from its mouth. Had Mr. Arthur 
been obliged to pry from the upper and lower jaws of 
that salmon a three-pronged hook, how much compara- 
tive satisfaction would there have been between the two 
situations? He could look at his fly-caught salmon and 
feel no inward pangs of consciousness accusing him ot 
taking undue and unfair advantage. The fish had a 
ch.^nce for its life, and this is at the bottom of all true 
sport. The farmer's bov who creeps around the sloo, 
within gunshot of the mallard, but who forces the duck 
to take wing before firing, instead of potting him upon 
the water has in him the making of a sportsman. He 
believes in giving the bird a show. That boy will never 
be fuilty of emptving two barrels into a bunch of quail 
huddled"into a fence corner. When he has grown to the 
dignity of manhood, vou will be very apt to find a fly-rod 
and a hammeriess gun of good make in his possession. 
I am inclined to think that the late Mr. Cheney was 
just such a boy when on the farm. He knew the lurking 
place of the trout, and the home of the quail and the 
partridge, and the corn where the woodcock bored, yet 
to hinrril opine the set line and the snare were un- 
known. . 
Every man to his own ideas as regards the various 
steps and degrees in true sportsmanship. This is as it 
has been, and always will be. 
Charles Cristaboro. 
Sport and Etiquette, 
I ONCE heard a worthy and learned sportsman-judge 
fead a lecture to a f'tlloW angler upon the enormity and 
lack of soortsmanship in stiooting a muscallonge betore 
jattdihg the fish in the boat. To .put a bullet into the 
head of a spent *lUnc^e ^-as to liim like so much murder. 
No true angler would stooD Ui such a thing as shooting 
his fisli; the Proper thing to do was to cltib hnn; m fact, 
ho other wav than clubbing should be tised prepara- 
tory to hauling a musky iilto your craft. And yet, for 
tnany good and sufficient reasons, one would judge that 
shooting the fisb AVas better than clubbing. One vt'ouid 
judge that clubbing a muscallonge in the water and fast 
to your line was somewhat of a risky feat unless one as 
adept with the club as Capt. Williams tried it. One can 
imagine a queer state of things, and many lost fish, until 
long practice made one expert. On the other hand the 
man with the rifle and re\'olver might preach his sermon 
otl a true sportsman from his side of the fence, and argue 
that brutality and the club were synonymous. 
Then comes the man who scorns gaf¥, club and pistol, 
and prides himself upon landing his fish upon the shingle 
beach, leaving his boat to so do. This man would turn 
his back upon the gaffer, the clubber and the gunner. 
Then again, after a fisherman has cast his lure and set 
the hook in the salmon, or other gamy denizen of the 
deep, does the fact that the fish is fast to his line 
give him. license to possess the fish by hook or by 
crook, or is there a recognized but unwritten law that 
the fish shall be plaved until "drowned?" Is it sports- 
manlike with your salmon sulking and but quarter killed, 
to have the guide lean the boat and gaff the fish betore 
the battle is half over? or having hooked him m a sports- 
manlike manner bv scientific casting with leader and tty, 
is one licensed to land his fish -any old way --as long as 
he gets him? It is very interesting to hear these points 
argued pro and con. , • •11 x +1 
The man who never used a worm or bait will scout tne 
man who puts the wriggling worm upon his hook to 
lure the fickle trout, thinking him no better than the man 
who drops a pickerel hook, weighted with lead among 
the spawning trout and drags them to their death. 
Then we go a step fu-tlier and we find the man who 
casts his flv^'and lands his fish, and as quickly returns 
him to the water, consistentlv refusing to eat trout either 
at the camp or one the hotel table. There are such men 
who carrv the idea to that extent. The bait and fly fish- 
erman and the clubber 'and the gunner, can argue and 
argue vet ^till be of the same opinion, but one point 
few will' disagree upon, and that is. that the. fish be given 
a fishtiner chance for his life. . x . 
Compa"re the landing of a two or three pound trout 
by mean^ of a sapling, a chalk line, a blued steel cod- 
hook and a strip of salt pork, with the playing and lfi.nq- 
Canadian Angling: Licenses* 
ToROXTO, Ont., Sept. 24.— Editor Forest and Stream: 
111 vour issue of the 19th ult. you publish a letter from 
Mr.' J. B. Townsend, Jr., of Philadelphia, who com- 
plains that when on an angling excursion in Nova Scotia 
he had been unjustly treated by the Fisheries Department 
cf this country. The editorial comment you make on the 
matter would' create the impression that this alleged in- 
justice was the result of regulations in force in all parts 
of Canada. Now this impression is erroneous, as far as 
the Province of Ontario is concerned. The laws regu- 
lating the fisheries laws are administered by Provincial 
officials, and all fees from licenses or permits are payable 
to the Province. We never exact fees from people who 
come here to fish, and who employ our guides and 
board at our hotels. If, however, they merely cross a 
boundary river in their own boats, a fee is demanded, as 
coming to our waters in that way could not be regarded 
as a "temporary domicile." Now, we have a Province 
with an area of 222,000 square miles where all are wel- 
come to fish. The only 'reserve is the Nipigon, where 
lees are charged to all anglers, Canadian or foreign, and 
it is well worth the money demanded. 
W. R. Wood, Fishery Overseer. 
Fishery Overseer A. M. Hatfield, of Arcadia, N. S., 
one of the officials concerned in the Townsend affair, 
sends us a letter published by him in the Yarmouth 
Herald, in which he explains as to the purpose of the 
law : "The law first passed excluded all foreigners, which 
would be unjust, as there are many who are not British 
subjects doing business in the country^ who are tem- 
porarily domiciled, such as consuls, agents, miners and 
many others who perhaps are doing no business at all, 
but who would be entitled to the benefit of the exemption 
clause." 
Staten Island Netters. 
Prince's Bay, N. Y., Oct. 7.— Editor Forest and 
Stream: The five Italians who were caught illegally haul- 
ing a net off the "Sods," at Gifford's, on the 27th of last 
month, were brought to the Court of Special Sessions last 
week, and the "bunch" was fined $200. They pleaded 
guilty, and a strong plea of mercy addressed to the court 
helped them out somewhat. Their net was destroyed 
and, take it altogether, it was rather an expensive morn- 
ing's work for the netters. * h< * 
San Francisco Fly-Casting Club. 
Medal contests, series rgoi, Saturday, Contest No. 2. 
re-entry, held at Stow Lake Sept. 28. Wind, none; 
weather, beautiful : 
Event Event ^/ent 
No.l, No. 2, ^ ^ N°.4, 
Distance, Accuracy, , Eveut No. S - . ^ .-''^ v 
Feet. Per cent. Acc < Del. % Net % CasHng< 
Mocker, No. 1..95 89.8 84.S 83.4 84 
Moclver, No. 2. .90 88.8 
Cast-off: 
Grant 111% 
Muller 107 
'judges, Mansfield and Grant; referee, Muller; clerk, 
^'sunday, contest No. 2, re-entry, held at Stow Lake 
Sept 29 Wind, southwest; weather, rainy: 
rS,s::::;:S ii M:5 11 Si ijjoj 
R Kenniff •• •• "* 14 1-15 
Mo^T'!^.:::::'% so.s sis so.io 84.9 
Cast-off: 93 10-15 
C R Kenmff •• 90 g.jg 
Krotlierton 
Golcher 124 -• ■• •• 
Erotherton ... 112 
B Kenniff 121 
Mocker 105 . •• 
Brooks 94.4 
Blade 70.8 ■ 
Muller ^-8 
Young ••■ 91-'* •• •■ •■ ;; 
Grant UOVz 
Muller 107 
Judges, Mansfield and Batt; referee, Brotherton; clerk, 
Smyth. 
The Fountain of Youth. 
Out at my old home in New Jersey we had a famous 
spring of cold water; a barrel had been let down mto the 
around for the water, and in this was a huge trout. Ihe 
fish was exceedingly tame, and we were accustomed when 
croing for water, to throw in to him bread crumbs and 
Sther delicacies, which he would go for with a rush and 
on occasion 3 tremendous strike. One day grandfather 
came to visit us. a dear, old man. from his farm m Massa- 
chusetts. At the dinner table the clear, cold water was 
the subject of his enthusiastic praises, and he was told 
of the spring; but no one considered it worth while to say 
anvthing about the trout. Later in the day the old man 
thought he would like a drink of that spring water, so out 
he went kneeled down by the barrel, took his hat off, 
stooped over and rested a hand on either side of the 
spring put his mouth down in an easy, satisfied sort of a 
way to the surface, and had just touched the tip of his 
nose to the water when there came a whish, flap arid 
splash and with a double-back-action handspring the old 
man just saved his nose. If you had been there to see the 
agility he displayed you would have agreed with the rest 
of us' that there was nothing more potent to make an old 
man young again than a big trout in a spring. We named 
that soring right there and then the "Fountain of Youth. 
MONTCLAIR. 
All communications intended for Fohest and Strsam should 
always be addressed to the Forest and Stream Publishing Co., and 
not to any individual connected with the paper, 
100 Sportsmen's finas* 
Some of the Qoce* Discoveries Made by Those Who Aw 
Looking for Game ot Fish. 
74 
A cave was discovered in Montgomery county, Kansas, 
which has been explored to a distance of fourteen miles. 
No one has been able yet to reach its underground 
terminus, so it is not known how far into the earth it 
extends. The party of hunters who made the discovery 
A\'cnt into it until they had reached a point fourteen^ miles 
from its mouth, as measured by a cyclometer of a bicycle, 
which they had along. Then further ingress was effectu- 
ally stopped by a deep and rapid subterranean stream 
Avh'ich crossed their path almost at right angles. The cave 
is about 20 feet wide and iS feet high. Along the side of 
and opening into the main hall of the cave are a number 
of grottos. A chilly wind continually blows from the 
cave's mouth. 
'he Mmml 
The Old Black Fox. 
Morgantown. W. Ya.— Editor Forest and Stream: 
Each kind of sport has its peculiar charms. In reading 
some very interesting accounts of fox hunts in recent 
numbers of Forest and Stream, which I enjoyed very 
much, mv mind has gone back to an interesting old fox 
which baffled all his pursuers for several years. 
He looked jet black, especially on snow, and was knovvn 
as the black fox. His range was along Blacklick Creek, m 
Cambria county. Pa. My brother and John Fyock who 
owned two fox hounds as good as could be found, and 
myself, journeyed ten miles from our home to this sec- 
tion for a week's fox hunt, as there were a number of 
gray foxes there. We knew nothing of the black fox or 
his history at that time. We were joined there by two 
other parties, each of whom had a hound. 
The first morning we started out Ti?^*'* feet of the 
dogs, the party with the fourth dog be; -»ttle behind 
time in appearing at the place of starting. All condi- 
tions were most favorable. There had been a deep snow, 
which was crusted over, so that a man could walk over 
the top, and about an inch of fresh snow on top. We 
led our dogs and dec'ded not to let them go unless on 
the fresh trail of a gray fox, for we did not want any 
such races as an old red fox was likely to give. 
We had only gone a mile, when we struck the fresh- 
Inoking track of a gray fox. John let loose one of his 
dogs, which he could call oflf at will, to determine how 
fresh the track was. The dog went down through the 
woods and into the laurel at a rate that assured us it 
must be very fresh. One of the dogs-^Old Moody— 
which was the one we were especially cautioned not to let 
loose until the game was started, broke away from 
Charley C, who was leading him. Charley made a grab 
after him and caught his long, slim tail, and held on 
desperately. Old Moody started down the steep hill, peal- 
ing forth hi'; "dinner-horn" notes, eager to join the chase, 
while Charley slid like a toboggan on top of the snow, 
affording no little merriment for the rest of us, We knew 
that if Moody ever got off on the wrong trail and hap- 
pened to strike a red fox. he was gone for all day. regard- 
less of where it went. In the midst of the excitement we 
received orders from John to turn everything loose, for 
the fox was started. 
Down the creek they went, making music fit for a 
