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FOREST AND STREAM: 
[May 24, 1902. 
well-known woodsman, was attacked by a deer, Newman 
was busy at his work in the woods when he was sud- 
denly pounced upon from behind by a medium-sized buck. 
He dropped the cant hook he as working with, grabbed 
the d«er by the antlers, and with a quick jerk threw the 
deer in the snow. But what surprised Newman the most, 
was that the antlers broke off and deer bounded away 
through the woods, while he stood helplessly by with the 
antlers in his hand. 
Wendell Krisch, the Nestoria trapper, who this season 
has gained a reputation as the champion wolf slayer of 
the Northwest, has been paid the bounty on five more 
wolf .pelts which he kiled in one week and disposed of 
for three dollars each. All told this makes $90 netted 
from bounties this year. There is $15 bounty on each 
wolf. Krisch several months ago captured in a trap a 
live female wolf, and chained it in the yard at his cabin, 
from the door of which he leisurely bags the male wolves 
attracted from the surrounding country. Ever since se- 
curing the captive he has been making bi-weekly trips to 
L' Ance with wolf skins, and bids fair to deplete the 
county treasury. 
One of the largest wolves ever killed in the Upper 
Peninsula was shot this year by L. A. Miller, a Lower 
Mich gan attorney, who for the past five years has lived 
alone and for his health in an abandoned lumber camp 
twelve miles from Iron Mountain. The wolf weighed 180 
peunds and stood three feet«high. 
Joe Young, a copper country trapper who has killed 
many wolves and wildcats in and about Houghton, had 
an exciting experience. He was returning to camp after 
having made the rounds of his traps, and at nightfall was 
followed by a pack of wolves. There were many of the 
animals, and Youngs considered it discretion, although 
he was armed, to take to a tree. He found refuge on a 
limb and was soon besieged. At times the trapper would 
fire into the pack, which he could but dimly see, but all 
night, with a temperature below zero, the man clung to 
his perch. At daybreak the wolves disappeared, leaving 
behind them two dead, and blood in the snow which indi- 
cated that others had been wounded. Youngs made a 
small fortune last winter, receiving $15 from the State 
and $7 from the county for every wolf killed. 
If this last story is true, what a fool Youngs was that 
he did not set his traps around this tree. He could have 
had all the wolves in Houghton township in the morning., 
Sullivan Cook. 
trout. Appearances are sometimes' deceptive, it is said, 
and this statement is as applicable to a supposed trout 
stream as to anything else I can think of. Another friend 
had informed me that the proper way to catch big trout 
was to angle for them at night, using white wood grubs 
for bait. Of course I had just as soon catch big fish as 
small ones, and as the suggestion as to night fishing struck 
me as a good one, I decided to act upon it. Unfortunately 
I was unable to procure any live wood grubs, but in a 
fishing tackle store I found a big assortment of effigies of 
miniature insect life, each of them straddling a formidable 
looking hook. These impressed me as being quite as 
attractive as the real thing, and certainly they would be 
more agreeable to handle. One particularly plump look- 
ing grub made of white cotton, hemstitched down the 
side, tucked about the waist and at two or three other 
points, and shirred at both ends, with a russet leather 
foretop and black, beach' eyes, was finally selected. The 
balance of the necessary tackle I already possessed. The 
sable mantle of night had just been thrown over the coun- 
try landscape and the ends carefully tucked in under the 
shrubbery adjacent to the stream, when I found myself on 
the stream where the sport was supposed to begin. After 
consuming a good many matches and much valuable 
time, I finally succeeded in putting my rod together and 
getting everything in readiness for fishing. Proceeding 
up stream as cautiously as my impatience and the un- 
even character of the land would permit, I plunked the 
wood grub into the water here and there with varying 
success. When I say 'varying success' I do not mean to 
have it understood that a trout was caught now and then, 
for the expression simply relates to my efforts to get the 
bait into the water and out again, principally the latter. 
That hook was one of the best I ever saw for catching 
on to submerged sticks, logs and rusty tin cans, but for 
some reason or other it didn't seem to please the trout. 
I have read somewhere that an angler from the me- 
tropolis, equipped with all the modern appliances for fly- 
fishing, once made his appearance on the bank of a little 
stream in the rural districts, and hailing a farmer who was 
at work in a field, inquired: 'I. say. friend, are there 
any trout in this brook?' The reply was: 'Maybe there 
is. I never heard of any being caught out of it.' It is 
possible that I was fishing on that very stream. At any 
rate, I did not break the record that night, for there were 
just as many trout in it when I ceased fishing as there 
were when I began." 
Stop-Over Tickets iot Wildfowl. 
Watertown, N. Y. — Editor Forest and Stream: Your 
recent illustrated supplement "Canada Special" was good, 
but I wish that every sportsman in the State who believes 
that the wildfowl have a through ticket to Canada could 
take a trip to Jefferson and see the vast multitudes that 
had stop-over tickets for this county this, spring. 
W. H. Tallett. 
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Proprietors of fishing resorts will find it profitable to advertise 
them in Forest and Siuam. 
The Hidden Pool. 
High in the Sierras, where the pines 
Drop their cones by the rock-ribb'd stream. 
Under a tangle of ferns and vines, 
There lies a pool where the brook trout teem. 
"Tis rimm'd by willows and alders green, 
And banked by boulders and golden sand; 
Bark it lies, and it hides unseen, 
Waiting the cast of the master hand. 
And often a buck at eventide 
Mirrors his crest in the crystal pool, 
To see himself in his antler'd pride 
And rest in the shade of the alders cool. 
And sometimes, too, a shy black bear, 
Nosing about for a choice tidbit, 
Will come to feast on the berries there, 
For he knows the pool and the joys of it. 
And beyond the pool, above, below, 
The wild rose buds and blooms and fades, 
And the flaunting tiger lilies blew 
In this, the fairest of sylvan glades. 
I don't know where, by a rule and line, 
(Though you scale the peaks and wade the stream), 
To tell you to find this pool of mine, 
For I think myself it is just a dream. 
But high in the Sierras, where the pines 
Drop their cones down the mountain-side, 
Under the tangled wild grapevines, 
There lies a pool where the big trout hide. 
August 29, 1901. Robert Erskine Ross. 
Angling Tajk. 
Here is a story which a central New York angler tells 
concerning fishing for trout after dark, his own language 
being used: "Without mentioning exactly where the fish- 
ing was done, I will simply say that I visited one of those 
little streams which start away back in the country some- 
where, and after playing hide and seek through one or 
more pieces of woodland, come boldly out into the open 
fields, and race, dance and splash down where indications 
of civilization are more abundant, there suggesting to 
imaginative people who witness their antics that they 
may contain trout. A man whom I had supposed to be a 
friend of mine recently saw such a promising looking 
stream, perhaps from the window of a railway coach or 
possibly from a. carriage while driving along a country 
highway, and subsequently remarked that he knew where 
there was a good trout brook which could be reached in a 
few hours' ride. I made some inquiries concerning its 
whereabouts, and manifested so much interest that my in- 
formant probably could not find the heart to say he did 
not possess any actual knowledge that the creek contained 
I wonder how many readers of Forest and Stream 
have had sufficient experience in the use of the artificial 
fly known as the green-drake to warrant them in saying 
from their own observation that speckled trout can some- 
times be taken with this particular fly when all others fail. 
The green-drake is a prime favorite with such anglers as 
have thoroughly tested it, although with the majority of 
fly-fishermen it is perhaps no better known than the gray 
and yellow drakes, and by no means so popular as a score 
of other flies that might be mentioned. For many years 
past the green-drake has had a position of honor in my 
fly-book, and I am never without a few reserve ones for 
use in case they are needed. My first object lesson as to 
the merits of the green-drake was taken a long time ago 
in the Adirondacks, while a party of us were fishing on 
Horn Lake, a small sheet of water perhaps a quarter of a 
mile in diameter, lying very close to the division between 
Herkimer and Hamilton counties, and not far from the 
south fork of the South Branch of Moose River. The 
lake is on a mountain top, several hundred feet above the 
river, and is fed by springs which bubble up from the 
bottom and one or two very small spring brooks which 
flow into it. The water is clear as crystal, and very cold, 
and the depth ranges from a few inches near the shores 
to perhaps twenty or twenty-five feet in the deepest part. 
It is an ideal trout lake, and, so far as its history can be 
traced, they have always existed there. There are very 
few bodies of water in the Adirondacks which in propor- 
tion to their size have yielded as many speckled beauties 
as this one, and it contains no other kind of fish. In 
former years, before there was a law limiting the number 
of pounds of trout which a person could transport, and 
prior to the enactment of the section which prohibits fish- 
ing through the ice in waters inhabited by trout, it was 
not an uncommon thing to see men come out from this 
lake early in the spring carrying pack baskets filled with 
speckled trout, which they brought to Utica and sold. 
While a party of us were on our way to the woods one 
spring we met a man returning from the lake, and he 
offered us his entire catch of fifty or sixty pounds of 
trout at 30 cents a pound.- Although the law has had 
some effect in checking the wholesale demands made upon 
this lake, there are yet those who fish there fully as early 
as the statute allows, and every spring, shortly after the 
season opens, they come out with quite as many pounds of" 
fish as it is legal for them to have. This kind of work 
has proved a serious drain on the natural resources of 
the lake, and as no effort has been made to keep it stocked, 
the fishing has greatly deteriorated. 
The insects known as the drakes are classed by scien- 
tists in the order Ephemeroptera. They exist for a short 
time as drakes, day flies or May flies, as they are variously 
styled, in two distinct stages, called the sub-imago and 
the imago. The abdominal portion of the body is long 
and slender, and attached to it, in tail fashion, are two or 
three long and delicate stylets. The wings are net veined. 
The insects when {nature survive but a brief period, but 
their larva; and pupse, whose habitat is in the mud and 
under stones and aquatic vegetation, exist for two or 
three years, before assuming the form of the imago or 
drakes. The latter, after they have shed their pupa skins, 
are often seen in very great numbers on or over the water 
about sundown in early summer time. The green-drake 
usually appears on the surface of the lake or river, as the 
case may be, some time during May or June, when the 
pupa skin bursts open and the fly comes forth. The 
green drake is the sub-imago, and later, after undergoing 
another change, it is transformed into the gray drake. In 
trout waters where green drakes' are plentiful, they form 
a favorite article of diet for the fish, and during the time 
they are flying it is next to impossible to induce the 
speckled beauties to look at any other morsel. 
At the time when I took my first object lesson on the 
subject of green-drakes, three of us had been fishing on 
Horn Lake for two or three hours one afternoon in 
early summer without meeting with any success, and we 
had begun to fear that the supply of trout was very 
limited. Between 5 and 6 o'clock, however, the speckled 
beauties began to break water in ail parts of the lake, and 
from the disturbance which was occasioned in certain 
localities, we knew that there were several very large ones 
engaged in the acrobatic performance which was in pro- 
gress. It was an exciting time for us, as we wanted trout 
badly, and there was now no mistaking the fact that there 
were plenty of them in the lake, and good ones, too. The 
three of us worked faithfully, skimming our flies over 
every spot within reaching distance where we had seen a 
rise, and wherever we- guessed there might be one, but 
without avail. The trout were given a choice line of 
samples to select from, as we made numerous shifts of 
flies during the next hour or so, but they positively 
ignored them all. Angleworms were also tried, but they 
proved equally ineffectual. Sometimes there would be 
two or three rises, almost simultaneously, within less than 
sixty feet of the rafts on which we stood while fishing, and 
not infrequently a trout would come to the surface not 
more than twenty feet away. As may readily be im- 
agined, the situation at length became rather provoking, 
and the relief was great when the key to it was finally 
discovered. 
We had noticed that a rather conspicuous fly would ap- 
pear on the surface of the lake now and then, and as 
promptly disappear, amid a swirl of water caused by the 
rush of a hungry trout, but for some time we failed to 
see one close enough and long enough to determine its 
general make up. The flies were not very numerous, and 
the trout- were so active that they did not allow the in- 
sects to remain in sight very long. As nearly as we could 
judge the flies looked to be quite light in color, nearly 
white, and, thinking to humor the fish, we tried prac- 
tically all of the light-colored flies we had, but, as has 
been stated, it was to no purpose. Fortunately, before 
our stock of patience was exhausted, a green drake ap- 
peared .on the water within a few feet of the raft on 
which I was standing, so that 1 had an opportunity of 
inspecting it quite closely. At the time I did not know 
its name, bujt the thought immediately occurred to me 
that I had some flies called the green-drake, which bore 
a marked resemblance to this one, and, as they were 
among the few in my book which I had not tried, I 
promptly attached one to my leader. To say that the 
experiment proved successful is putting it very mildly, for 
from that time until it became too dark to readily hook 
and play a trout, we took in the speckled beauties as fast 
as we could handle them. At my second cast with the 
new fly in the combination a big fellow, weighing ij^ 
pounds, took it almost the instant it fell on the water, 
and another of about the same size was captured on the 
next cast. After pausing long enough to furnish my 
companions with flies of the same sort, I resumed the 
sport, which was fast and furious while it lasted. Only on 
a very few occasions have I seen as fine a lot of speckled 
trout caught in such a limited space - of time as we had 
when we went back to camp that evening, and every one 
of them was taken on green-drake flies. 
A little later in the season I took a trip up the West 
Canada Creek as far as the outlet of Honnedaga Lake, or 
Jock's Lake Outlet, as it was then known, and on my 
return stopped for dinner at the Noblesboro House, near 
the junction of the East and West branches of the West 
Canada. There I met a friend who was boarding at the 
hotel, and he told me about seeing some big trout jumping 
at flies in the little still water just below the forks, but 
he had nothing in his assortment of flies which they would 
so much as look at. I questioned him a little and soon 
made up my mind from his description of the insects 
which the fish were feeding on, that they were the green- 
drakes. On being informed that there might be a fly in 
my collection which would tempt the trout, he volunteered 
to take me to the spot. Again the effectiveness of the 
green-drake was demonstrated beyond a doubt, and my 
friend had the satisfaction of possessing three of the big 
speckled beauties which he had made repeated ineffectual 
attempts to capture. 
By way of concluding this little talk about green- 
drakes, it will not be irrelevant for me to add that I have 
never known the artificial fly of this pattern to be even up 
to the average in point of merit when there were none of 
the real insects on the water, 
W. E. Wolcott. 
Utica, N. V., April 26. 
Cannot Catch Them. 
Southboro, Mass.— Editor Forest and Stream: Not a 
great way from this quiet little borough is a small pond 
of clear, cold spring water. It is bounded wholly by the 
land of one individual, consequently he controls the pond 
and all it contains. As it appeared to be nearly destitute 
of fish life, he determined to stock it with some good 
gamy fish, which, if they thrived, might afford him sport 
and food (for thought). A friend expatiated on the 
merits of the German trout, and the pond owner intro- 
duced the fry. That was a number of years ago. The 
fish must have thrived, because they are seen jumping 
every season, but up to the present time the pond owner 
has not been able to judge of their table qualities, they 
refuse to be taken by fly, minnow or any other lure ob- 
tainable. The owner has appealed to me, but the German 
trout is a sealed book to me. I appeal to you and the 
angling fraternity. Who ever caught a German trout, and 
how did he do it? And what kind of aristocrats are they 
anyway? Will some one kindly explain the method of 
capture through the columns of Forest and Stream, and 
thereby relieve the strain on pond owner's system. 
J. W. B. 
[By German trout our correspondent probably means 
the brown trout of Europe, and the flies and baits used for 
it are those used for the common brook trout. We would 
advise the pond owner to extend to some practical angler 
an invitation to visit the waters.] 
Like Rare "Wine* 
Blackinton, Mass., May 2. — Editor Forest and 
Stream: I take pleasure in adding my mite to the sub- 
scription list for the year rox)2. Like rare wine, Forest 
and Stream is improving with age. E. W. B. 
