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FOREST AND STREAM 
June, 1920 
Salmon, trout, croppie, black bass, pike, 
pickerel, muskies and even sunfish rise to 
the lure of 
McMahon’s Trolling Spoons 
They are the choice of 
Pacific Coast Fishermen 
Made in all sizes to meet all requirements. 
Nos. 3, 4, and 4^4 are recommended for 
real sport in ocean, lake or stream fishing. 
Many record catches are recorded with 
the use of this spoon. 
Get them from your sporting goods dealer 
or write 
PACIFIC NET & TWINE CO. 
1213-23 Western Ave., Seattle, Wash. 
OR 
OREGON MARINE & FISHERIES SUPPLY CO. 
Portland, Ore. 
Former Admirers 
of the century old Evans’ products 
now revel in the delights afforded by 
“You may 
SSr 
as you wifl. ^ ■ 
The Good- ^ 
ness of 
Evans’ will 
cling to 
it still.” 
The Same 
Good Old 
Evans with- 
out the 
Alcohol [FORMERLY KNOWN AS CHECONA EVANS ALE 
It is the beverage of TODAY precisely the same 
as the other Evans’ brewings were for nearly 
134 years. It has the appealing and appetizing 
force which made the name of Evans and De- 
pendability synonymous. The 20th century bev- 
erage with the old-fashioned smack and Evans’ 
quality. Take it on faith and you will become 
a stronger Evans’ follower than ever. 
Supplied in cases for 
Cottage, Camps and Clubs 
Order from any Progressive dealer or write to 
C. H. Evans & Sons, Estab. 1786 Hudson, N. Y. 
Imported hosiery] 
For Golf, Tennis and Sport Wear 
IN ATTRACTIVE DESIGNS FOR 
MEN AND WOMEN 
No. 15 
* AFinestScotchWoolTennis Socksin white, 
WtKlUfrray, green, black, heather and | CA 
white* with colored clocks, a pair » •OM 
JLf 1 M en’s Finest ScotchWool Golf Hose, 
1^1 O* *** in green, gray, brown and O CA w 
heather (without feet $3), a pair Q 
l\T AA Women’s 8cotch Wool Stockings, in gj 
1^1 O* fcv white, white with colored O AA H 
docks, Oxford green and heather, a pair . • U 
Complete Ene Golf* Tennis and Sport equipment* w 
Mail Orders given prompt attention. Q 
Stewart Sporting Sales Co. j 
425 FIFTH AVE., .t 38thS i,N. V. 
3O0OQC 
THE FLY ROD WIGGLER 
IS THE ORIGINAL 
FLY ROD MINNOW 
Looks like a real live minnow and wiggles 
and wobbles like one in distress. Has no 
planes, wines or freak shape. Just the real 
minnow shape. It casts easily and can be 
lifted without making a splash or straining 
the rod. It has natural minnow colors. 
It is the only one that has all of these ab- 
solutely necessary qualifications. It has no 
small screw eyes to work loose and pull out. 
It is. in fact, the perfect fly rod minnow. 
Made in Silver Shiner, Golden Shiner. Red 
Side, Yellow Perch, Red Head, All Yellow, 
All Red, All White. Three sizes: Large 
Bass, 2 Vs in.; Small Bass, 1 i n -‘» an( ^ 
Trout Size, 1 T A in. Price Each, 65c. 
Four in Handy Vest Pocket Box, $2.60. 
Send stamp for Fishing Tackle Catalog 
THE W. J. JAMISON CO. 
Dept. S., 736 So. California Ave., Chicago, 111. 
FISHING TACKLE 
Deal Direct With the Manufacturer 
Since 1867 we have set an 
inflexible standard for the 
Edward vom Hofe Tackle. 
All our energies have gone 
into this work. Take your 
cue from the country’s best 
anglers and buy from us. 
The price yqu pay will be 
refunded if the goods you 
buy are not satisfactory. 
Catalog No. 106 sent on request 
Edward vom Hofe & Company 
112 Fulton Street New York City 
LET’S ALL GO FISHING! 
Pack up your troubles, and leave at home. But be 
sure and pack some of Palmer's Floating Grasshoppers 
and millers in your old kit bag. Boys, they are the 
stuff to fool the wise old Trout and Bass. 
Try them. Hoppers, 50 cents each, $3.60 per doz. 
Millers, 40 cents each, $2.60 per dozen. 
M. M. PALMER. Sole Manufacturer 
119 West Washington St Pasadena, Calif. 
for flight, but his one poor leg was not 
sufficient to give the required impulse to 
enable his wings to come into play, when, 
wonderful to relate, he actually put down 
a second leg which had been artfully con- 
cealed, and bounded up with the speed 
of a rocket, and as he disappeared over 
the ridge he gave vent to a series of de- 
risive “caws” that made the men look 
askance at each other in conscious abase- 
ment at being victimized and circumvent- 
ed by a deceitful and fraudulent fish 
crow! But the worst of it was that the 
real Santa Anna was as dead as his pro- 
totype the one-legged Mexican general. 
F OLLOWING the suggestion of Char- 
ley Moore I decided to visit Miami 
on Biscayne Bay, some sixty miles 
below Lake Worth. As the Blue Winy 
was not suitable for outside sailing on a 
treacherous coast we resolved to tramp 
the beach, the common way of travelling 
between the two places, sleeping at night 
at the Life Saving Stations, of which 
there were four. The most dangerous 
animals to be expected were not bears or 
panthers, but the razor-back wild hog; 
accordingly we went in light marching 
order, carrying only pistols, fishing rods, 
a haversack and a canteen. 
We crossed Hillsboro’ Inlet, some twen- 
ty miles below Lake Worth, in a row boat 
kept there for the accommodation of 
travelers. Fortunately it happened to be 
on our side of the inlet. We came across 
many squared pine logs exceeding a hun- 
dred feet in length, and some square logs 
of Spanish cedar and mahogany, partly 
covered by sand, that were from ten to 
fifteen feet long and from four to six 
feet square. There seemed to be no way 
by which this valuable timber could be 
transported to some place where it could 
be utilized. These logs had floated ashore 
from some wreck, or more likely were 
deck loads thrown overboard during a 
storm. 
Life Saving Station, No. 4, is eight 
miles north of New River Inlet, and is 
but a few hundred yards from the river 
itself, as it runs nearly parallel with 
the coast line for that distance, when it 
turns to the westward. The superin- 
tendent sailed us down to the inlet, and 
after putting us on the south side, where 
there was a row boat, said that if the 
boat was on the wrong side when we re- 
turned, he would sail down for us if we 
would signal him by setting fire to the 
scrub. 
We arrived at Miami after a tramp of 
a few days. At that time there were not 
more than twenty-five people along the 
whole length of Biscayne Bay, some thir- 
ty miles. At the mouth of the Miami 
river, in a grove of cocoanut trees, were 
some of the stone buildings of the old 
military post of Fort Dallas, one of which 
was occupied by Charles Peacock and his 
good wife, by whom we were warmly wel- 
comed. There were but three families in 
what is now known as Miami. I chart- 
ered a sloop and spent two weeks cruising 
along the bay from Arch creek in the 
north to the Perrine Grant and Indian 
Hunting Grounds at the south end. 
Along the keys at the lower end of the 
bay we found fine fishing of bewildering 
variety, inasmuch as there was no know- 
ing what member of the finny tribe would 
