264 
May, 1920 
FOREST AND STREAM 
HERCULES 
Smokeless Shotgun 
POWDERS 
INFALLIBLE 
E. C. 
HICH CLN 
IDEAL 
PREMIER 
TARGET 
SELBY LOADS 
CHALLENGE GRADE 
SUPERIOR GRADE 
BTATK SHELLS 
"PtieSlt&in v 
TfoiCH£STER 
77% pattern made 
nuith Infallible that 
had been under wat- 
er for 20 years. 
20 Years UnderWater 
Infallible is 'waterproof and we have 
proved it. 
The Infallible Smokeless Shotgun 
Powder shown in the jar at the left 
has stood under water for more than 
twenty years. 
Three weeks ago a sample was taken, 
dried between blotters (to remove 
the surface water) and loaded in 
shells. 28 grains of Infallible were 
used with ounces of No. 7 Chil- 
led Shot. 
This charge , shot from a standard grade 
12 gauge pump gun , made a 77 °jo pat- 
tern on a 30 inch circle at 40 yards. 
This is a record that will stand for 
many a day for it is one of the most 
remarkable performances ever rec- 
orded in testing smokeless powder. 
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finally turned out to be an old mud-turtle. 
And when two veteran anglers get to- 
gether to “swap yarns,” what a marvel- 
ous volume of fact and fancy their stor- 
ies would make! 
G OING fishing — those words suggest 
to the still-fisher a boat snugly 
anchored near the rushes in the lee 
of a wooded island, where shoals of gold- 
en sunfish sport; to the bait-caster, a cove 
of gently heaving lily pads, where he may 
cast his glittering lure and await the mad 
swirl of a rising bass; to the fly-fisher, a 
deep shaded pool below a little, log- 
strewn rapid, where his dainty flies may 
fall softly above the wary trout. The 
same charm captivates all, the charm of 
chance. Chance is uncertainty, possi- 
bility. Science can explain much about 
the habits and haunts of fish; but, for- 
tunately for the angler, it never will be 
able to analyze the capriciousness of fish- 
nature. For who wants to know just 
what his fishing line will draw forth from 
the unseen depths? The possibilities of 
the unseen fire the imagination — (hence 
allowance is usually made for the mar- 
velous tales of the monsters that have 
escaped.) The unexpected is always 
happening — there’s plenty of variety-l- 
and that’s why going fishing never grows 
old. It is the nervous woman who can’t 
bait her own hook who catches the big 
fish ; or it may be that the angler, not 
having had a bite for the past hour, lays 
down his pole for an instant, when a 
wicked pickerel, prying about, seizes this 
opportune moment to dash off with pole 
and all. The same venturesome spirit 
that leads the boys to fish for bull-heads 
in the black, mysterious waters beneath 
the floor of an old mill, leads the matter- 
of-fact business man, the learned pro- 
fessor, and the humble workman to open 
lakes and rivers. It is fascinating to 
human nature to “tempt the unknown 
with a fishing line.” 
There is a mystery that tightens every 
nerve in artfully working a lure past a 
likely-looking haunt There is no telling 
what lies there. At any moment things 
may begin to happen. The whole day has 
brought but little success. You make a 
final cast over a sunken tree. In breath- 
less suspense you wait as the lure slips 
past — well, nothing there, after all. 
Suddenly the line convulsively tightens, 
the rod whips over. A big one, surely! 
If you can only hold him ! How madly he 
plunges for the sheltering depths! Fear- 
fully you put the utmost strain on the 
quivering rod. At any instant the thread- 
like line may part, or the hook tear loose. 
“Keep cool and let the fish get excited” 
is the rule, according to the books. Very 
simple, until you get a big one on the end 
of your line, when a whirl of dread and 
doubt, and a frenzied hope that the tackle 
will hold, surges through your mind. As 
he makes zig-zag rushes, the line fairly 
hisses as it cuts the water. The reel, 
with its maddening shriek, gauges his 
speed, rising to a shrill crescendo as the 
line melts away. Suddenly he breaks 
water with a mighty leap ! The sun 
gleams from his bronze back; the drops 
flash from his quivering body like pearls; 
a king among the royal bass, — and only 
