360 
FOREST AND STREAM 
August, 1921 
MARK ARIE 
Won His Title 
With The Famous 
» PATENTED 
STEEL- 
LOCKED 
In the Olympic Matches at 
Antwerp, Belgium, in which eight 
countries competed for the 
World’s Championship title in 
Trap Shooting and in which each 
country had five representatives, 
Mr. Arie demonstrated his ability 
as a Marksman, and the Superior 
shooting qualities of his favorite 
shell, in a most decisive manner. 
SCORE 95x100 
( Eight points better than the\ 
highest European contestant J 
In England, where the Ameri- 
can team stopped off on its way 
to Belgium, the killing power of 
the “Field” Shell in Pigeon 
matches, won by the Americans, 
amazed the British sportsmen, 
and its fine wadding and all-round 
Superiority was recognized and 
commented upon by the best 
English Ammunition Experts. 
The pa ttern that makes higher 
averages and longer runs possible 
in target shooting, and the smas h 
which makes the clean kills on 
Pigeons, are highly developed 
features in the “Field” Shell that 
are recognized by trap shooters 
and hunters alike. 
“Perfect from Primer to Crimp” 
WESTERN CARTRIDGE COMPANY 
East Alton, IU. 
I SEND FOR “FORTY POUNDS” 
Mention this Magazine 
went there. Four or five men with some 
experience could always get enough to 
feed a big crowd here on holidays and 
have enough to take home. 
If you’ve never used a common cane 
pole in your trout fishing you have 
missed something. I use a pole about 
eighteen feet long, strong all the way 
from the butt to the tip, but somewhat 
limber three feet or more from the tip. 
The line is probably the same as any- 
one would use on a reel, only there is 
not so much of it. I fasten the line 
about three feet from the tip, then also 
at the tip, and wind up there what line 
I may want to use in casting or throw- 
ing my troll out. The best fishing is 
done with only three or four feet of 
line. The troll or fly is whipped about 
in the water with much more speed 
than the reel would give and has a 
great advantage in fooling the fish. 
I have had several after my bait at 
once, and have bagged two three- 
pounders at one time, using a troll with 
fifteen hooks. As color has something 
to do with successful casting, I prefer 
the deep red troll. By keeping the 
wings well oiled so they will spin freely, 
by keeping it well painted and its eyes 
shining there is nothing better for the 
bass in these waters. 
The best luck I had in catching big 
ones was on a day in March. I had 
known for some time that the early 
fishing was the best, but never thought 
of trying it before May. I remember 1 
went to a place where a dredge ditch 
had cut through a bayou, making a 
swift place in the stream where it came 
around the banks of the ditch. As the 
place had been cut for some time, there 
was some drift lodged square in the 
opening. I had brought some bait for 
small game fish, and did not think of 
trying for bass, but as luck would have 
it I had a funny little fly along which 
had three fine hooks in among the 
feathers. 
After I had been at the place some 
time I noticed some strikes far back 
under that drift. I knew from their 
actions that they must be bass and big 
ones, and I knew, too, that they liked 
the drifts and deep, dark places in the 
early spring. I tied on that fly, after 
cutting off my hook, and leaving the 
sinker on to help play the fly deep. I 
cast far out into the water, pulling the 
line so as to let ft drop under the drift. 
Plop! Z-z-z-p! and under the drift a 
big fellow carried the end of my pole. 
To play one right, whether small or 
otherwise, one must hold the pole firm- 
ly, keeping the catch away from sunken 
limbs, etc., and play him until he gives 
up, then pull him in gently to where 
you can get him with the net or your 
fingers. I landed this one, and in two 
hours I bagged seven there which 
weighed thirty pounds. 
T HE lakes in the county of which I 
speak afford the best fishing today, 
as many dredge ditches have taken out 
the fish in the bayous. Big Lake, in the 
western part of the county, is one of the 
best hunting grounds for duck and 
other game, that there is in the South, 
and it is excellent for fishing, too. 
These lakes contain numerous logs, 
snags and sunken tree-tops where the 
bass lie in wait for anything that comes 
along that he can swallow. Of course 
the bank fishing cannot be done here as 
on the bayous, and the sportsman uses 
a canoe or dug-out, sitting in one end 
with his cane pole while another works 
the craft in and out of these places. 
The only time I ever tried to use a 
reel was in one of these lakes. It lies 
at the bottom today where a monster 
gar grabbed my bait and lit out for the 
woods. I did’ not know how to use that 
rod, but I got the fly out somehow 
about a hundred feet. The deep-sea 
monster grabbed the fly before it struck 
and with a WHISK tore the whole ap- 
paratus from my hands. I never did 
try it again. 
F OR twelve years I had wanted to try 
my cane-pole outfit in those little 
creeks back home. In 1916 came my first 
opportunity. In that summer, towards 
the last of August, I went up into the 
Southwestern part of my native state 
of Illinois for my health, and with my 
luggage went an assortment of trolls, 
flies, lines and sinkers. Arriving at my 
destination I purchased a cane ipole, 
which was only twelve feet long and the 
only one in the town, and carried this 
with me into the country where I in- 
tended staying a while. 
One afternoon about two o’clock I left 
the house, wearing a new palm-beach 
suit and la pair of low shoes. I merely 
wanted to see if there were any bass in 
that creek. I remembered that there 
had been some caught there in my boy- 
hood days with tow-sack seine, or killed 
with dynamite, but the water had al- 
ways been too clear to catch any. 
Well, there were some bass there. 
They bad never seen a troll or fly be- 
fore. They came right out on the rocks 
after my bait! Cool, dark places, from 
fifteen feet to two hundred across, and 
from one to four feet deep, were just 
full of them! In three hours I had 
bagged fifteen fine ones, having thrown 
back many little ones that I wanted to 
grow up. I used four trolls and two 
flies, no two of these being alike. If 
they struck at one and missed or I 
failed to hook them right I tried them 
again later with a different fly. It 
took. They tore up several flies for me 
and would be striking yet if I had re- 
mained there. 
I forgot about my clothes, of course, 
and waded up to my arms. Going dn that 
evening I was accosted by many who 
thought that I had used dynamite, as 
some road workers had been using 
blasting powder in removing some 
boulders near-by. At the house they 
never did believe that I caught them 
with a hook, especially with hooks that 
WERE NOT EVEN BAITED. 
I have tried it there since and have 
always found the fishing good, although 
there are many changes in the creeks 
owing to wash-outs, etc. My ambition is 
to visit some of the great places I read 
about and show ’em how I can use my 
cane-pole outfit. 
J. R. Stubbs, Arkansas. 
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