January, 1919 
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most, for boulders and other obstacles 
must be evaded in leading the battler into 
the deep water of the eddies. 
These deep, quiet pools are frequently 
a mile in length, with rugged walls of 
i rock hundreds of feet high rising sheer 
1 from the water’s edge on one side or the 
1 other. The bluff side changes from bank 
I to bank with every eddy as the river 
j twists its way through nature’s great 
Elysium, and connecting these eddies are 
I rapids, wild with savage laughter, where 
' the water goes roaring and tumbling to 
I the pools below. 
I In these rapids and in the whirl at the 
I foot of each the fly man and the caster 
meet their match. A small-mouth bass 
I hooked here will fill the angler’s soul with 
j wild, ecstatic joy. Nowhere do they 
! strike more viciously nor fight with great- 
I er desperation. Performing like an out- 
law broncho, going high, wide and hand- 
some, they will force the angler to show 
a full box of tricks to save rod or line. 
The old desperado may finally be brought 
alongside apparently docile and submis- 
sive, but that will be a time for caution. 
The broncho most likely to turn your 
saddle into a hurricane deck is the wall- 
1 eyed brute that turns his head and eyes 
I you indifferently as you reach for the 
I stirrup. So with the bass of the rapids. 
I If the seemingly out-fought rascal turns 
a lazy eye on you look out for heroics — 
I he’s a strategist as well as a fighter as 
I many an angler finds to his cost. 
, Much light and often heavy tackle is 
I useless in these wonderful, tumbling rap- 
I ids, as anglers have frequently had heavy 
} tackle snapped by some ravenous old 
“grand-daddy” that could not be even 
brought within sight. But that only adds 
to the call of the rapids. 
Floating out of this turmoil through a 
channel of swift but quieter water you 
will find bank willows dipping into the 
stream at the lower end of high, clean 
gravel bars, and occasionally there will 
be great, deep pockets of “dead” water 
behind the down-stream end of bars be- 
tween them and the bluffs which line the 
eddies. In these pockets and among the 
willows which arrest the side currents lie 
the voracious large-mouth bass known 
there as “line-sides.” Just lead one of 
these catapulting monsters out of his lair 
with light tackle if you hanker for the 
joy of taming a submarine volcano. 
For the “still” fisherman or the fly 
artist there is a lake, some twenty-odd 
miles in length, that will provide him 
plentifully with large perch, giant crap- 
pie — the two pound kind, and both va- 
rieties of the bass. 
Some may say that “bass is bass,” but 
having tried them north, east, south and 
west, at dawn, in daylight and at dusk 
with every known fly or lure, sneaked up 
on ’em in the dark with luminous bait, 
fought and “wrassled” with ’em under 
about every favorable and adverse con- 
dition, there is but one conclusion; King 
Cat’s forces in the waters of these 
mountains immortalized by Harold Bell 
Wright in his “Shepherd on the Hills” 
furnish the gamest, craftiest, wickedest 
fighting bass that ever swam. 
Yours truly. 
Geo. D. Hurley, Kansas City, Mo. 
THE NIPIGON TROPHY 
To the Editor of Forest and Stream: 
I DO not know whether you are ac- 
qainted with the fact that the Can- 
adian Northern, this year, donated a 
trophy for the largest speckled trout 
(brook) caught in the Nipigon waters, 
which are now world-famed for their 
1918 Nipigon Trophy, Won by W. W. 
Butler, of Montreal, Canada 
trout fishing, and are annually visited 
by a large number of Americans. In 
view of Nipigon’s popularity with Amer- 
ican disciples of Sir Isaac Walton, I 
feel sure, that the following letter from 
W. W. Butler, of Montreal, the winner 
of the trophy, would be of interest to 
readers of Forest and Stream. 
Mr. Butler writes: 
“My friend. Dr. K. Y. James and 
myself entered the Nipigon on Thursday, 
the 8th of August. We made the vari- 
ous encampments up the Nipigon with 
very satisfactory success and results, but 
more particularly at Camp Cincinnati 
where I secured the big fellow on a 
No. 18 single Cincinnati hook and coc- 
cotouche about two inches long. I struck 
him about seven o’clock in the evening 
in very swift water, but worked him 
over towards the western shore intoi 
quieter water, where I landed him about 
twenty minutes afterwards. Antoine 
Buchard, an old and well known guide 
on the river, was my head guide and 
in the canoe with me at the time, and 
on landing this fish he remarked ‘he is 
a big one.’ He weighed 6% pounds and 
measured 23 inches length and 15% in- 
ches in girth. I also secured one five 
and one six pounder just above Virgin 
Falls, and two 4% pounders at other 
places along the river, as well as many 
smaller trout. 
“Fishing is my favorite recreation, 
although I enjoy motoring, hunting and 
a little golf, of which I would like more, 
but occupying the position of Vice Presi- 
dent and Managing Director of the Can- 
adian Car & Foundry Company, Limited, 
and its three subsidiary companies and 
having under my charge something over 
8,000 men, gives me very little time for 
recreation, and the time so taken I al- 
ways devote to fishing, in so far as pos- 
sible.” 
The competition for the trophy was a 
hard fought one, and Nipigon waters 
are visited by anglers from all parts of 
the continent. 
R. Creelman, Winnipeg, Man. 
A LONG LOST FRIEND 
To the Editor of FOREST AND Stream ; 
A t this time I should like to say 
that I have enjoyed Forest and 
Stream very much the past year. Art- 
icles by the older gunners and riflemen 
are of especial interest to me. I have 
especially enjoyed those by Widgeon on 
the hunting that used to exist on the 
eastern coast. Also I think I have found 
a long lost friend in Captain Roy S. Tin- 
ney, at least when I attended Prep 
school in New York too many years ago, 
I knew a chap by this name that was 
nuts about guns. I have been for a long 
time going to write him and see if this 
is the same Roy Tinney. If it is he 
will certainly hear from me some day. 
If he happens to be handy just ask him 
if he recalls the time we tried out his 
new Colts automatic, over in the Jersey 
woods, I certainly do. 
I am western bred, born and raised, 
and have a very western viewpoint, I 
suppose; yet my father sent my brother 
and myself to school in New York and 
we acquired an appreciation for the east- 
ern woods and waters ; each issue of 
Forest and Stream brings to me mem- 
ories of the happy days long gone by 
spent as a spindling boy in the good old 
staid east. 
Allyn H. Tedmon, Pueblo, Colo. 
TRAPPING TIPS WANTED 
To the Editor of Forest and Stream: 
A ny tips on lion or cat trapping will 
be appreciated by me. I am trying 
out everything I come across as they 
are hard to thin out. They have killed 
about all of the deer in this vicinity. 
C. E. Cherry, 
Cherry Creek, Arizona. 
Personally we have never had any ex- 
perience in this work, but we undoubt- 
edly have among our readers many who 
have, and are publishing your request 
in hopes that it will draw forth some 
communications on that subject that will 
prove valuable to you. — [Editors.] 
THE SPORTING PARSON 
To the Editor of Forest and Stream : 
I WAS very much interested in my 
November number of Forest and 
Stream, and in your story of the All- 
America Bird Dog Championship. The 
“sporting parson out in Kansas,” is the 
Rev. P. R. Knickerbocker, a very warm 
personal friend of mine who now lives 
here in El Paso. I hunt with him a 
great deal and there is no better sports- 
man living, and what he doesn’t know 
about pointers and setters and their 
breeding, is not worth knowing. 
G. C. T. Pelham, 
El Paso, Texas. 
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