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the pleasure of once "marooning" with her, that she has 
more invitations to "go again next time" than she could 
fill if the whole year were just a vacation. She always 
goes_ for the "big fellows," and thinks no more of plung- 
ing in up to her arm-pits than a dog does of chasing a cat. 
Just now, and for a week past, fly-fishing has been at its 
best all over the State. On the Eagle and Frying-Pan 
rivers in the western part of the State the fishing has been 
delayed by high water. Now, however, the coy little fel- 
lows have "returned to their chops" quite avidly, and the 
• catches are both large and numerous. From July 1 to 
15 the catches on these rivers were very heavy, trout 
taking the fly readily. Then the snows began to melt and 
fishing became poor. The abundance of food brought 
down by _ the melting snows was most likely responsible 
for this in part. From the present time until the latter 
part of September, however, there will be "something 
doing" all the time, with a noticeable improvement after 
Labor Day. 
Near Leadville on Tennessee, Lake Park, Arkansas, 
and Willow creeks, large baskets have been the rule right 
along. The latter creek is very narrow, as one approaches 
its head, and the fly cannot be used. Grasshoppers are the 
thing, and anglers have no trouble in appropriating from 
twenty to forty handsome trout in a short time. The 
creek is very narrow, and very deep, and abounds in many 
secluded holes. It is seldom fished. 
Bait-casting on the Eagle River is giving good results. 
Bullheads are the favorite morsel. Carey Bates, of Lead- 
ville, is high to date in these waters. He enticed a sA~ 
pound rainbow with a bullhead last Wednesday, and says 
he had the sport of his life making the killing. It's all 
right, perhaps, while playing a big one taken with live 
bait, but the long waits incident to that sort of fishing 
does not appeal to some. Kinder reminds me of fishing 
for mudcats in the Mississippi — go to sleep, wake up at the 
end of a couple of hours, and if there is anything on the 
hook he's "jes' nacherly got ter come in, 'case he kaint git 
off," as the old darkey said. The element of uncertainty 
— so large a part of fly-fishing — makes a strong appeal, 
even though one does take more small than large fish. 
Bait-fishing is somewhat aptly described as like waiting 
for a politician to come around and "make you take the 
job" he promised you before election. Fly-casting, on the 
other hand, is as full of incident and "atmosphere" and 
the "unexpected" as a first-class insurance agent's daily 
routine. 
Robert Maxwell is credited with having caught a two- 
pound eastern brook trout a few days ago in Clear Lake, 
near Georgetown, with two perfectly developed mouths. 
My informant was unable to say whether it required two 
flies to do the business or not. Mr. Maxwell is preserving 
his finny liisus nature?. 
Trappers' Lake, in Garfield county, is probably the most 
wonderful body of water in the State. Cast a battery of 
three flies and you withdraw it with a trout attached to 
each fly. Repeat the operation ad lib until tired, and that's 
I about all the sport there is to it. The unexpected cannot 
happen. Strange to say, the trout are almost of a size — 
about 12 inches, but are measly and thin. Anglers who 
have visited the lake say the absolute certainty of filling 
one's creel takes away the pleasure of the sport (?) in a 
short time. It is a favorite resort for tenderfeet, who are 
sure to "get their money's worth," as the trout will strike 
at one's fingers if he sticks them in the water. Its banks 
are dotted with many camping parties just now. ■ 
Foster Hight, of Lafayette, Ind., was almost "scairt" 
out of a year's growth this week while fishing in the Rio 
i Grande at Wagon Wheel Gap. He came face to face 
with a big bear, but did not stop long enough to gather 
whether it was a grizzly, a silver-tip or a cinnamon. At 
first he thought it was a Colorado mammoth come to life. 
The bear was feeding on berries on a table about 500 feet 
above Mr. Hight, and could not have come down if he had 
wanted to. 
Deputy Game Warden Wilson has placed 600,000 trout 
fry in the Rio Grande River at Creede. These fry had to 
be .packed over Weminiche Pass from Emerald Lake on 
the backs of pack mules. The State and the National 
hatcheries are doing great work in stocking the streams, 
and there is little likelihood that the sportsmen who come 
to Colorado will be disappointed of good angling for years 
to come, if ever. There is still some vandalism, such as 
dynamiting the streams by construction men on railroads, 
reservoirs, etc., but the game wardens are doing good 
work, and making it hot for the few who do these things. 
Speaking of vandalism, Game Warden Charles A. Pur- 
ington made it cost August Schempf, of Sidney, Colo., 
$34 for killing a deer on July 16 last. Magistrate E. F. 
Gardner, of Steamboat Springs, assessed the fine. 
Schempf is a ranchman. While there is an occasional 
miscreant like this one, yet it is fair to the ranchmen in 
the districts where big game abounds to say that few of 
them are law breakers. Game law criminals can soon be 
spotted and brought to book, if the officers are earnest in 
their endeavors. 
James Slane, of Saguache, in the southern part of the 
State, caught a bear in one of his traps last week. It was 
a monster and hobbled away on three legs before Mr. 
Slane made his rounds, leaving the severed foot as a 
memento. 
August 1 was opening day of the dove season, and 
every sportsman (?) who went out came back with a big 
bag. The gentle creatures have been free from molesta- 
tion for so long a time that they sit on the wire fences of 
the roadways and refuse to move, in many instances, at 
the passage of wagons and other vehicles. Killing them 
at this stage of the game is about as exciting and "sports- 
manlike" as picking off a brood of half-grown chicks in 
the backyard. In a few days, however, they become so 
wild that it takes a good shot to tumbel them off the 
wing. J. D. C. 
Maine Fishing. 
The fishing in Maine this season has been about up to 
the average. The trout, I think, have fallen off; but the 
introduction of the landlocked salmon has more than 
made up for the decrease in trout. They thrived wonder- 
fully, making their appearance in many new lakes year by 
year. If it were not for our landlocked salmon, the fish- 
ing would have deteriorated very perceptibly. They are 
going to be the coming fish in game. 
* - Henry O. Stanley. 
The Perils of Angling. 
If there is any place requiring a cool head, it is when 
one is in a light boat or canoe angling for heavy fish in 
deep or swift water. Undue excitement has cost many a 
life under such circumstances. 
A curious example of the outcome of undue excite- 
ment has just been related to me by a friend — in fact, the 
individual himself. 
Unfortunately for my friend, although a man of thirty- 
five years, yet only once previous to this occasion had he 
experienced the joys of angling. 
Business took him up near the pine woods, and between 
trains, after his business had been transacted, he was in- 
vited by two of his customers to try the maskinonge. 
And off they started, he throwing out his lure, and within 
a few moments getting a vicious tug at his line which 
bent his rod and set his reel screeching. The tug on the 
line, the bending of the rod, and the screeching, whirring 
reel were too much for him, and giving a spasmodic leap 
he cleared the boat and landed feet first on the bottom of 
the lake that was covered with five feet of water — holding 
fast meanwhile to the rod. The cool water calmed his 
nerves at once, and being a six-footer he simply elevated 
his chin and arms, and in his own fashion began to 
manipulate the rod and reel. The fish began to leap and 
run, and when turning his head toward the boat to ask 
for advice as to the proper way to handle the fish, no one 
was to be seen in. the boat. Both his friends had just sim- 
ply rolled off their seats and were guffawing with 
laughter ; the only thing to be seen by him were two corn- 
cob pipes that his friends had removed from their mouths 
and held aloft while they roared with amusement. 
He landed the fish. 1 asked him what it weighed. "It 
was a maskinonge," he replied, "and weighed 2J-4 
pounds." "Much ado about nothing," I exclaimed, and I 
made up the third man who heartily enjoyed the episode. 
Charles Cristadoro. 
The Foolish Pickerel. 
Uncle George F. is a man of weight and substance. 
He is large and very stout, but is very fond of pickerel 
both as food and for game. It was in pursuit of this 
mighty fish early one spring that the following adventure 
occurred, which I will relate in his own language: 
"Well, you see, a couple of fellows took me in a flat- 
bottomed boat spearin' up' in the creek that comes out of 
Lake George. We had no luck to speak of until we ran 
the boat up a sort of long narrow ditch, at the end of 
which we saw a big back fin waving in the light of the 
torch. I harpooned the mighty old man of the sea, and 
we managed to get him into the boat. He wasn't hurt 
much, only a flesh wound, and swam about the leaky old 
craft, which was half full of water most of the time, and 
we were afraid he would jump out. We did our best, but 
that was the only fish we could get, although the water 
was thick with them sometimes. The fellow who did 
the poling finally managed to run the old catamaran on a 
big rounding stone, and in less than no time we were all 
in the drink up to the waist, and the boat was full of 
water. To say that I felt disgusted would. hardly express 
my sentiments. To get wet like that on a cold night and 
far from home was bad enough, but the idea of losing my 
big pickerel was enough to enrage a saint. However, 
there was no help for it, so I begun to bail out the boat. 
Well, the water began to. subside a little, and what do 
you think? That fool pickerel hadn't left the craft at all 
during the melee. He had just retreated away up under 
the bow seat as far as he could go, and kept quiet, waiting 
further developments. I tell you I was pretty proud to 
ride into the village with my 18-pound beauty that night." 
Peter Flint. 
Rare Gulf Fish. 
St. Louis, Mo.— In the Forestry and Fish and Game 
Palace of the Exposition at St. Louis, Mississippi has a 
curious fish which bears the common name of the feathered 
eel or Irish el. Louisiana also possesses an individual 
of the same kind which will shortly be placed on exhibi- 
tion. The fish is eel-like in shape, but has no near rela- 
tion to the eel family, since it is a very well marked mem- 
ber of the gobies, or fish with the ventral fins united to 
form a sort of disk. 
This particular goby is called in the scientific books 
Cobioides broussonelti, Lacepede, but the fishermen pre- 
ferred to bestow upon it the names mentioned above. 
The name "feathered eel" is not inappropriate, because 
the rays separating the back fins project far beyond the 
membrane and look very much like feathers. 
Professor Dodson, Director of the Experiment Station 
of Mississippi, and Mr. Koppman, of the Louisiana ex- 
hibit, both told me that the two specimens shown here 
were collected by a taxidermist in Harvey's Pass. The 
writer now knows of three specimens of this interesting 
goby which is native to the West Indies and southward to 
Brazil. One of these is in the United States National 
Museum, and was described in its Proceedings for 1895, 
page 631. The other two are among the curiosities of the 
lush and Game Department of the Universal Exposition 
at St. Louis. Tarleton H. Bean. 
An Erie Sturgeon, 
Erie, Pa., Aug. 6. — Two young men who were out in 
the bay fishing with hand lines to-day, caught a sturgeon 
that is likely to be the record fish of this season here, un- 
less someone takes that big maskinonge out of Misery 
Bay that is always going to be, but never is, caught. The 
sturgeon weighed 33 pounds, and measured 4 feet 9 inches. 
A party of three ladies and two men who were out on 
the bay fishing on Thursday, caught, among other fish, a 
yellow bass weighing 6 pounds, and the largest maski- 
nonge that has been reported here this season. It meas- 
ured 34 inches, and weighed 14 pounds. 
Cabia Blanco. 
Death of Abner Kellogg. 
Loon Lake Station, N. Y., Aug. 5.— Abner Kellogg, 
45 years old, an Adirondack guide for many years, and 
who lived alone in this place, not being seen for two days, 
neighbors entered his house and found him lying on the 
floor, paralyzed and unconsious. He died two hours after- 
ward without regaining consciousness. 
Enlist the Local Press. 
Buffalo, N. Y., Aug. 8.— Editor Forest and Stream: 
An account was given in the Sunday Express of a fishing 
trip to Port Rowan, Ont. It was composed of E. W. Mc- 
Intyre, William Conboy, and Charles H. Cutting, all law- 
yers, and William H. Siebold. According to the Ex- 
press, they kept an accurate account from day to day, and 
in the five days they caught 1,125 black bass, weighing 
700 pounds. Port Rowan is a fine place for bass fishing 
this year, and is on the Canadian shore of Lake Erie. 
These men sold their 700 pounds of bass for $90, and, 
after paying all expenses of the trip, were ahead $4.50 
each. Undoubtedly a great many just such items appear 
in the local papers throughout the country. They are 
given as news items, and incidentally to give a little free 
advertising. 
But what a relief it would be to see some of these fel- 
lows criticised editorially for their excesses. I hope some 
day to see our local papers preaching against this kind of 
slaughter as they would against any public enemy. There 
is no question, about the great good done by such papers 
as Forest and Stream, but unfortunately they do not 
reach only a portion of the people. We all know those 
who fish and hunt, but are not regular readers of papers 
and magazines catering to such sports. This is to be de- 
plored, for unless a man is case-hardened, Forest and 
Stream would cure the worst case of greed in sport in a 
very short time. : 
In this connection, it is encouraging to read an edi- 
torial in a Portland, Oregon, paper regarding breaking 
the game laws on the Northwestern Coast. If these Buf- 
falo men had any idea of the proper limitations of a string 
of fish, they would not have been proud enough of the 
catch or of prices obtained for fish to give out the in- 
formation as a news item. Dixmont. 
St. Lawrence Anglers. 
The twenty-first annual meeting of the Anglers' Asso- 
ciation of the St. Lawrence River, was held at the Murray 
Hill Hotel on Murray Isle, August 3. A protest was 
made by the Association against the new regulation of the 
Province of Ontario which requires that Americans fish- 
ing in Canadian waters shall pay a fee of $5 for every rod 
fished unless such persons are guests at Canadian hotels 
or boarding-houses, or have purchased their supplies in 
Canada. A committee of two Canadians and three Ameri- 
cans was appointed to make efforts to secure the rescind- 
ing of the regulation which was declared injurious to the 
sport. 
Officers were elected as follows : President, Charles R. 
Skinner, of Albany, N. Y. ; First Vice-President, Alexan- 
der T. Robb, of Brooklyn, N. Y. ; Second Vice-President, 
Thomas B. Kerr, of Englewood, N. J.; Secretary, M. H. 
Thompson, of Alexandria Bay, N. Y. ; Treasurer, R. P. 
rant, of Clayton, N. Y. ; Executive ' Committee — A. C. 
Cornwall, of Alexandria Bay; F. H. Taylor, of Philadel- 
phia, Pa.; A. E. Clark, of Chicago, 111.; Gilbert T. Raf- 
ferty, of Pittsburg, Pa. ; George C. Boldt and Charles G. 
Emery, of New York city; Col. O. G Staples, of Wash- 
ington, D. C. ; W. H. Nichols, of Brooklyn, N. Y. ; George 
Hall, of Ogdensburg, N. Y. ; T. A. Gillespie, of South 
Orange, N. J. ; C. E. Britton, of Gananoque, Ontario ; and 
C. W. Crossmon, Walter Fox, and Dr. J. D. Cole, of 
Alexandria Bay, N. Y. 
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The Tu Quoque. 
Berkeley, Cal., July 23. — Editor of Forest and Stream: 
The following resolutions were passed at the meeting 
of the Pacific Advisory Committee of the American 
Kennel Club held to-day: 
Whereas, It has come to the knowledge of this commit- 
tee, that the organization known as the Western Ken- 
nel League has seen fit to incorporate into its con- 
stitution and rules a clause disqualifying all persons 
who may exhibit dogs at shows held west of the 110th 
degree of longitude under the rules of the American 
Kennel Club, and, whereas, such a clause proves that 
the organization has been formed and exists in a 
spirit of undisguised hostility to the American Kennel 
Club, and, whereas, such action is prejudicial to the 
best interests of dogs and dog shows, therefore be it 
Resolved, That from and after this date any person or 
persons acting in any official capacity, paid or unpaid, 
including that of judge, secretary, superintendent, 
steward, or clerk of a show, or as an officer or member 
of a bench show committee of a club holding a show 
west of the 110th degree of longitude, under the rules 
of the Western Kennel League, or under any rules 
other than those of the American Kennel Club, shall 
be and hereby are disqualified and debarred from all 
privileges of the American Kennel Club. Carried. 
By giving publicity to the above resolution in the 
columns of your valuable paper, you will much oblige, 
Pacific' Advisory Committee, A. K. G, 
J. P. Norman, Sec'y, 
The Passing of Old Jack. 
Morgantown, W. Va. — Editor Forest and Stream: 
Not for many months have I felt the loss of anything more 
keenly than I have the loss of my old friend Jack, the 
grand old setter owned by Elmer Jacobs. Jack is dead, 
but the memory of the many pleasant days spent with 
him and his former owner, Mr. Stillman, of Providence, 
Rhode Island., will remain as long as memory lasts. 
On our outing trips, whether it was a sail down to the 
Pawtucket banks wick fishing on a pleasant Saturday in 
summer, or in the marshes along Narragansett bay after 
ducks on a dark, chilly, misty day late in November, or 
tramping through the pine thickets, the old pastures and 
orchards of the deserted New England farms after the 
lordly grouse, on one of those New England Indian sum- 
mer days in October, when the sun diffuses through the 
atmosphere a, golden mellowness and all-pervading peace 
seems to have settled over the land, on all such occasions 
dear old Jack was our constant companion and faithful 
friend. ' ' " ' » "• m P t 
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