Aug. 22, 1903.] 
FOREST AND STREAM, 
Indian agent, but this is never refused to any reputable 
party. The Dome Lake Club is a private organization, 
,vith a membership of twenty-five, which owns a large 
jody of land in the heart of the Big Horn Mountains at 
about 9,000 feet elevation. The grounds belonging to 
the club are private property, and only for the use and 
enjoyment of the members of the club and their guests, 
jut there is a vast territory and many miles of stream 
o^en to the public where the keenest enjoyment of the 
disciples of Izaak Walton can be had. Come up. 
Clark Hayes and Fred Conroy have just left for the 
Rainy River country on the Manitoba line on a three 
V*eeks' muscallonge hunt. Sandy Griswold. 
CHICAGO AND THE WEST. 
'Wisconsin Fishing Country. 
Mr. Austin Lynch, of Canton, Ohio, is referred to 
this office by his friend, the metal boat man, Mr. W. H. 
Mullins, of Salem, Ohio, for advice on a fishing trip in 
Wisconsin. Mr. Lynch asks more especially regarding the 
Plum Lake and Star Lake district in the lower muscal- 
lunge region of Wisconsin. In reply, I would say that 
Plum Lake and Star Lake are much like other waters of 
that country to-day, rather problematical in the matter of 
muscallunge. Plum Lake I should think better than Star 
Lake for muscallunge, as it is not fished quite so much in 
the winter time by residents. One might or might not 
get a good muscallunge there, but he would be pretty 
sure to get walleyed pike and bass in considerable num- 
bers. The St. Germaine waters below Plum Lake are 
easily enough accessible, and here tkere is a big 'lunge 
taken once in a while, as well as bass and walleved pike. 
Above Star Lake, the late terminal of the branch of the 
St. Paul Railway, there are several other lakes which 
afford as good chances for muscallunge as any of the 
waters of that district, not to mention an abundance of 
bass and pike. Therefore, on the whole. Mr. Lvnch 
would seem to be pretty safe in making Plum Lake his 
headquarters. 
He might do almost as well if he stopped at the town 
of Minocqua, from which the spur of the aforementioned 
road swings off. There are several lakes right at Minoc- 
qua, and southwest of there are Squirrel Lake. Squaw 
Lake, Stone Lake, and a lot of others. In any of these 
•waters one can get walleyed pike and bass fishing. 
As to the muscallunge, it is in the first place a question 
of season, and in the second place a question of weather. 
There is no doubt in my mind at least that muscallunge 
shed their teeth in the summer time, and that during that 
time the large ones do not rise freely to the spoon. I 
should think September or October safer, therefore, 1?}ian 
July or August; and of course if one expects to take 
;muscanunge he should take advantage of the rough and 
cloudy days rather tlian expect to strike his fish in bright 
and quiet weather. When Mr. Lynch goes through here, 
if I can be of any further assistance, it will be a great 
pleasure. I don't think he would be far Avrong in making 
either Plum Lake or Minocqua his central point. Squirrel 
Lake and John Hebden's place are well spoken of by 
friends who have tried them. 
Drowned by a Pickerel. 
' Recent mention was made of the death by drowning in 
the Mississippi River near La Crosse of a young man, 
Williarn Renz, who was pulled overboard by a big cat- 
fish which he had hooked. Day before yesterday a similar 
flccident occurred near this city. John Davidson 
TVas fishing in the Calumet River, near Ham- 
mond, Ind., in the same boat with his brother, 
;Fred Davidson. The two were out on a camp- 
fflg trip near Clarke station. As they were fi.shing 
b the river John hooked some kind of a big fish which is 
;hought to have been a pickerel, and either the strength of 
the fish or the excitement of the moment caused him to 
Jose _ his balance. The boat was overturned and John 
Davidson sank never to rise, his brother Fred being 
rescued with great difficulty. These two incidents coming 
so close together and being so unusual in their nature, are 
6f singular though melancholy interest. 
Detachable Fly-Boofc. 
Mr, Geo. D. Barron, of Rye, N. Y., writes: "In the 
issue of Forest and Stream for July 18, I notice refer- 
ence to a fly-book with detachable leaves mentioned as 
)eing made by Mr. McLeod. If the same is regularly 
manufactured for sale by this gentleman, will you kindly 
place this letter where it will bring me an illustrated 
description of the said book, with advice as to cost, etc." 
Mr. John D. McLeod, of Milwaukee, is purely an ama- 
leur tackle maker, and, as I have often said, is the 
Severest in this line I have ever known. One could not 
jurchase one of these flj^-books of him. I presume, for a 
Iiousand dollars, but he would no doubt be quite willing 
to give specifications to anyone inquiring in the proper 
nanner, I have found this friend very resourceful and 
ngenious in angling expedients, and quite as good 
latured and obliging as he is resourceful. 
The Jags and the Frogs. 
Tlicrc met by chance in the Forest and Stream office 
lere yesterday two gentlemen, one from St. Louis, Mo., 
md one from Vicksburg, Miss., and naturally they fell 
:o comparing fishing notes. 
"We sometimes have a little fun down in our country," 
Said the Vicksburg gentleman, Mr. Thomas Dickson, "in 
ishing for the alligator gars whicli infest the snaggy 
)ayous and lagoons of that district. We use a live bait 
vhich we fasten to a jug as a float. You know down in 
)ur country we are not strenuous all the time, so we put 
)Ut these jugs and sit in the boat and watch them. When 
I big gar gets hold of the bait he makes off at express 
ipeed, and the jug will sometimes throw up a white stream 
)f foam as high as your head. There are a good many 
ogs and snags in those waters, and it not infrequently 
lappens that the fish smashes his jug against some obsta- 
;le, and in that case he gets away. Not even a big gar 
■an keep a jug under water very long. We just follow 
ilong after the jug and presently we are in at the finish 
)f tVie chase." 
The St. Louis gentleman. Judge IL, mused for a time. 
'This sport of jugging for big fish," said he, "is 
by no means peculiar to your locality, but is of general 
knowledge and practice. It is, as you may have heard, 
very frequently employed on the Missouri River, whsre 
jugging for cats" is at times a popular form of amuse- 
ment. I am reminded in this connection of the most cele- 
brated jugging expedition which ever went up the Big 
Muddy. That was in 1864, at a time when I was still a 
young man in that country. A friend of mine by the 
name of McGee, later very famous and wealthy in Kan- 
sas City, had a party of Eastern capitalists whom he was 
very desirous of entertaining. Mr. McGee was in the real 
estate business, and hence you may see the reasons for his 
wishing to make a good impression. As grand opera 
didn't then exist on the banks of the Kaw, Mr. McGee 
planned a little jugging expedition for his Eastern guests. 
He chartered a steamboat and placed on its deck about a 
dozen skiflfs, together with as many big jugs, which, when 
tightly corked, were to serve as the floats, after the time 
honored custom in this sort of angling. 
"Mr. McGee had always found the best success with live 
frogs in this kind of fishing, the big river catfish seeming 
to take very kindly to the speckled beauties. He steamed 
up the river from Kansas City to a point below Leaven- 
worth, and then, after carefully attaching a line to each 
jug, baited each hook with a live frog and cast the outfit 
overboard. Mr. McGee himself appeared happy, but 
whether he had his eye most on the jugs or the capitalists, 
I leave it for you to decide. 
"Well, the procession went down the Missouri River at 
a pretty swift clip for some time, the steamboat following 
in the rear. They ran the whole stream as far as Kan- 
sas Citj-, and not a jug was seen to tip or bob all the way 
down the stream — not a nibble, not catfish enough for one 
plate of chowder. Mr. McGee was as much puzzled as he 
was enraged. The men who took out the jugs at the end 
of the day's .sport found the cause of it. Each jug had 
been baited with a live frog, and each frog had discovered 
that he had a safe and comfortable means of locomotion 
close at hand. He climbed out of the water on to the jug, 
and thus had a safe journey down stream. It is not 
recorded that Mr. McGee sold any town lots to those 
visitors from the East." 
For the Henry Lake Country. 
Mayor Carter H. Harrison, of this city, Mr. Graham H. 
Harris, president of the school board, Mr. Edward Elli- 
cott, city electrician, and Colonel W. H. Haskell, of the 
school board, leave to-morrow or Monday evening for a 
two or three weeks' trip trout fishing in the Snake River 
and tributaries, west of the Henry Lake district, below 
the Yellowstone Park. The gentlemen go in via Poca- 
tcllo Junction to Moneida. Messrs. Harris, Ellicott, and 
Haskell fished this same district last year and had fine 
success. The gentlemen will return early in September, 
and anticipate a very pleasant experience in the West. 
Back From Wisconsin. 
Messrs. George Duddleston and Hugh O'Neill, of the 
city hall, mentioned recently as starting for a fishing trip 
in Wisconsin, are back to-day, and report 107 muscal- 
lunge, bass, and walleyed pike. Their largest muscallunge 
weighed only 17 pounds, but they had other smaller ones 
in abundance to satisfy them. They went in at Minocqua. 
Michigan Bass Qnintry. 
Mr. Fred Taylor, of this city, one of our old time 
sportsmen, and in the early days engaged in the sporting 
goods trade in this city, is back this week from a visit 
with his friend, Mr. Henry A. Sloan, who has a country 
place near Base Line Lake, near Gobleville, Mich., some 
twenty-one miles from South Haven. The latter town is 
reached handily by boat from Chicago, and Mr. Taylor 
thinks he has discovered a bass country very much worth 
keeping in mind by Chicago anglers. There are numbers 
of lakes in that vicinity, which lies some eighteen miles 
north of Paw Paw Lake. Among the waters found pro- 
ductive of good bass are Duck Lake, Muskrat Lake, Eagle 
Lake, Mud Lake, etc. Mr, Taylor says that he will soon 
be going over there again for his fall campaign with the 
bass. The latter have not been biting veiy well for tlie 
past two or three weeks, but in September or October 
will go on the feed. Mr. Taylor says there is good quail 
shooting near Gobleville, and some grouse also not very 
far away. Lie thinks that he and his friend, Mr. Sloan, 
are in quite a sporty little country, and one easily accessi- 
ble from this city. 
By the way, Mr. Taylor is a great trout fisherman, and 
in speaking with him of the Waushara county region of 
Wisconsin he told me that he used to shoot prairie 
chickens all over that country years ago. and at that time 
there was not a trout in any of those Waushara waters 
which now abound in them. He said that the chickens 
and sharp-tailed grouse would take to the tamarack 
swamps, and in such localities afi^orded keen cover shoot- 
ing. I was able to tell him that some chicken shooting 
is still to be had in that very district, which now is much 
more thickly settled and which offers angling as well as 
shooting attractions. 
The Lauderdale Distfict. 
A friend just back from the Lauderdale cliain reports 
very good .sport at bass fishing last week, and all the 
squirrels in the neighboring woods that one could asU 
He passed a very pleasant week in camp in that region. 
A Long Snake. 
Forest and Stoeam has immortalized the duck story of 
our friend Eddie Price, an old time shooter of this city, 
who once killed so many ducks that he "couldn't pile 
them all in one pile." That wasn't bad as a story, but 
there has come to light to-day the record of a Texas rat- 
tlesnake which must have been a good deal of a snake in 
its way. My informant says that it was as "long as a 
railroad track." This is indefinite but extensive. 
The Largest 'Lange. 
The largest 'lunge yet reported remains that taken hv 
Joim Haskell in Winona Lake, Minn.. 35 pound^;. This is 
llu- season ircofd so far ;{s known at daLe. 
Cblcago FIy-Cas(ing Club. 
The following are the records of the meeting of tli5 
Chicago Flv-Caf Qincr PlnK nn 
/\ugust 0. 
H. G. Hascall 
Acc'y & Del'cy. 
Per Cent. 
Del'cy, Bait, 
Per Cent. 
99 1-6 
97 2-3 
97 5-6 
95 2-3 
94 1-3 
98 1-2 
97 5-6 
98 1-6 
75 5-6 
97 1-6 
98 1-2 
88 1-3 
98 
N. C. Heston 
E. R. Letterman 
H W Vprrp 
A. C. Smitli 
F. S. Smith... 
Re-entries : 
H. G. Hascall 
N. C. Heston 
96 2-3 
84 
EliTier E. Pierce 
Ashland Block, Chicago, HI. 
A View of Catalina Fishing. 
There are a great many people in California, neither 
new nor young nor wealthy, who will never make sports- 
men nor men. Much is forgiven to a raw country, and 
to a people not yet adjusted to their new environments; 
but if we are fit and entitled to do half the bragging of 
California that we like to do, public sentiment here must 
soon crystallize in lines which will make impossible cer- 
tain thmgs which now discredit our humanity, our com- 
mon sense, and our courage. At that wonderful resort cf 
Catalina Island, one of the most striking sea resorts in 
the world, and certainly without a rival in the United 
States, the massacre of fish is somewhat unworthy of 
Digger Indians — and, in fact, impossible to Diggers. It 
is only people who have been civilized beyond their brains 
that can do such things. Parties there go out and catch 
every fish they can. It is a mark of the undeveloped 
mind not to know when one has enough ; and these people 
seem never to have enough. Day after day tons upon 
tons of fish, caught by half-baked anglers, are brought 
into Avalon to be shown off, to be photographed with 
their proud captors, and then hauled far out and dumped 
into the ocean, lest they breed pestilence along the shore. 
Now, it is not too much to say that there is no other 
country in the world where this would be possible. No 
savage tribe on earth, no dago community, no village of 
Spanish seaboard peasants, no Guinea negroes, no canni- 
bals on the Amazon, ever do such things. People who can 
do thi.s would do anything — if they had the nerve. It may 
look like a far comparison, but it is the same maggot that 
breeds mobs. A man who would catch 500 trout in a day 
because he could and let 400 of them be wasted, has no 
real morals. He may be an esteemed citizen — but it is 
only because he is afraid of the law or the disgrace made 
and provided against common criminals. He is neither 
brave, nor gentle, nor quite honest. Such a person should 
be constitutionally disfranchised from the use of the rod. 
He is not only an insult to decent sportsmen, he is a rob- 
ber of his own grandchildren. The Pacific is large water; 
but it has its boundaries. There are a good many fish, 
but they have an end. Already the "fish-hog" all along 
the California coast has seriously decimated the fish. If 
public opinion allows him to keep both his porcine feet in 
the trough, the time will come, and very soon, when there 
will not be fish for those that need them. 
It is time for the class of Americans who are up- 
building California to a marvel among all commonwealths, 
to rate these offenders as they deserve ; and if there can 
be no law to punish a man who kills a hundred pounds of 
yellow-tail to dump into the ocean, there can be, at least, 
the visible contempt of decent people. Of all the good 
things that Roosevelt has said, nothing was manlier nor 
truer than his warning that "no section of the country 
must be used to be skinned for the benefit of the few in 
a little while;" and the people who grossly, ignorantly 
and cowardly skin the ocean of its food supply, and its 
true sport, are as much public enemies as those who 
destroy the forests upon which our watersheds (and so 
our life) depend, or vandals of any other sort. — Chas. F. 
Lummis in Out West. 
Sir Walter Scott on Angling. 
Though we have wetted a line in our time, we are far 
from boasting of more than a very superficial knowledge 
of the art, and possess no part whatever of the scientific 
information which is necessary to constitute the philo- 
sophical angler. Yet we have read our Walton as well 
as others ; and, like the honest keeper in the New Forest, 
when we endeavor to form an idea of paradise, we always 
suppose a trout stream going through it. The art itself 
is peculiarly seductive, requires much ingenuity, and yet 
is easily reconciled to a course of quiet reflections, as, 
step by step, we ascend a devious brook, opening new 
prospects as we advance, which remind us of a good un- 
ambitious man's journey through this world, wherein 
changing scenes glide past him with each its own interest, 
until evening falls, and life is ended. AVe have, indeed, 
often thought that angling alone offers to man the degree 
of half-business, half-idleness, which the fair sex find in 
their needle work or knitting, which, employing the hands, 
leaves the mind at liberty, and occupying the attention so 
far as is necessary to remove the painful sense of a 
vacuity, yet yields room for contemplation, whether upon 
things heavenly or earthly, cheerful or melancholy. 
We may inform our reader, supposing him more 
ignorant than ourselves, that not all the love of rural 
scenery which is inspired by Walton — not all the instruc- 
tions in practice which may be collected from this work, 
the composition of that far more illustrious successor, 
who has condescended to be his imitator, will ever make 
an angler out of one who is not gifted with certain natural 
qualifications for that amusement. No degree of zealous 
study will supply the want of natural parts. To "fish by 
the book" would be as vain an attempt as Master Stephen's 
proposal to keep his hawk on that principle. 
There must be a certain quickness of eye to judge 
where the fish lies — ;i precision and neatness of hand to 
tuist tlie line lightly, and with such trutii and address that 
the fly shall fall on the veiy square inch of the stream 
which you aimed at, and that with as little .splash as if it 
were the descent of the natural insect; there is a certain 
delicacy of manipulation with which you must use the rod 
