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FOREST AND STREAM. 
[July 21, 1906. 
MAKING FAST TO THE CARCASS. 
AFTER THE DEATH FLURRY. 
club whose headquarters are near the falls of the 
Jeanotte. The immense spawning pool above the 
first pitch and a long stretch of quick-water be¬ 
low, are closed to the angling public. Fortunately 
for the angler who disdains not the seductive strip 
of chub or squirmer, a portion of this pool pro¬ 
jects into Rowley’s domain. The large trout 
collect here in September, preparatory to spawn¬ 
ing, leaving the streams and outlets of the smaller 
expanses in possession of the younger set that 
rise voraciously to the fly and furnish no mean 
sport on light tackle. It was late September when 
1 drifted in from the caribou country, and pitched 
my last camp close to a merry tributary of Lake 
Edward, replete with the speckled trout that fur¬ 
nished a welcome change from the omnipresent 
bacon. Frosty nights supplemented by freezing 
gales, had chilled the ardor of the old vets, and 
sent them scurrying southward. My first attempt 
to reach the Jeanotte pool about two miles off 
camp, came near being a fiasco. From start to 
finish we were immersed in a vortex of snow, 
appalling in its savagery, propelled by gales of 
frigidity that pierced to the inmost recesses of 
the sweater. While this snowy travesty on winter 
wrapped the canoe and its occupants in its cling¬ 
ing embrace, plugging away in the teeth of the 
blinding storm, we eventually gained our point 
and anchored close to the forbidden waters. The 
trout responded gamely, but the merciless flog¬ 
ging administered by the elements, turned our 
sport into a rout and consigned us to the warm 
atmosphere of camp. Net results, three beauties. 
The catch could have been quadrupled if needed. 
Before departing, through courtesy of Mr. S. of 
Chicago, I cast my flies on the prolific club waters 
and played lusty trout, whose pertinacious efforts 
caused the reel to discourse delightful music that 
blended in rapt harmony with the diapason of 
falling waters. 
The fire-scarred woods contiguous to the 
Quebec & St. John Railway, are eloquent wit¬ 
nesses to the great conflagration that threatened 
to obliterate the scenic attractions of the Province. 
The advent of the railway quenched the glory of 
many a bright trout water, but signally failed to 
lower the prestige of Lake Edward. It is a veri¬ 
table oasis, enframed by the Government preserve 
and club land, and annually attracts a host of 
visitors, some to ensconce themselves in some 
cabin convenient to good trolling, others to hie 
away to the woods and picnic by the shores of 
lovely lakes, while rejoicing in the care-free life 
, of camp and forest. Artist. 
“I hope my friend Canon Jephson will forgive 
me,” writes Mr. C. Y. Sturge, “for capping his 
sad tale of accidents caused by motor-’buses by 
a riddle which reaches me from Oxford. ‘What 
is the difference between the quick and the dead?’ 
The ‘quick’ are those who are quick at getting 
out of the way of motor-cars, the dead are those 
who are not .”—Westminster Gazette. 
Fish and Fishing. 
Ouananiche Fishing is at its Best. 
I spent the 4th and 5th of July fishing for 
ouananiche at the Grand Discharge of Lake St. 
John, which I had not visited for a couple of 
years, and to say that I was surprised at the 
quality of the fishing now to be had there is to 
put it very mildly indeed. I had felt tolerably 
certain that the sport was going to be a great 
improvement upon that of some few years past, 
during which so many nets were tolerated, but 
I had never expected that the improvement 
would be anything like so marked as it is, or 
that it would follow so quickly upon the sup¬ 
pression of the netting. I am now quite satis- 
THE WHALE BEING TOWED IN. 
The balloon-like object is the tongue. 
tied that the majority of the fish were taken by 
the nelters in recent years before they could 
reach the fishing grounds. It is no exaggera¬ 
tion to say that the ouananiche are now ap¬ 
parently as plentiful in the Grand Discharge as 
they were ten or more years ago. 
Next to the great improvement in the char¬ 
acter of the fishing in the Grand Discharge, its 
most iemarkable feature is the lateness of the 
season. When I was there in the second week 
of July it was just about as it formerly was in 
the third week of June; as well in the level o f 
the water as in the haunts of the fish and the 
quality of the fishing. It is really a full three 
weeks later than usual. There was quite an ice 
blockade at the top of the Discharge for a 
long time this spring, which was a late one in 
any case, and this combination of circumstances 
accounts, no doubt, for the tardy opening of 
the ouananiche season, so far as the outlet of 
the lake is concerned; for in the lake itself it 
was good for a full month before it opened in 
the Discharge. 
For a \heek before I visited the latter, the 
fishing, according to Mr. A. W. Hooper, of 
Boston, who had been there for some time, had 
been improving every day. The first day on 
which he fished his catch of ouananiche was but 
three fish, but the quality of the sport and the 
number of fish killed increased every day until 
the glorious fourth brought him a creel of 
nineteen fish, the largest of which weighed 3*4 
pounds. I have not heard what his score has 
been since, but have no doubt that it has shown 
a steady increase, for the water had to fall 
considerably to produce the best fishing of the 
season, which should be on about the time that 
this letter appears in print, and ought to con¬ 
tinue for at least a month thereafter, or until 
better fishing can be had in some of the many 
tributaries of the big lake. What the condition 
of the water in the Discharge is at present writ¬ 
ing, may be judged of by those who know the 
locality, from the fact that the guides declare 
it to be impossible to run the rapids to Isle 
Maligne, where some of the best ouananiche 
fishing is usually had, until the water has fallen 
five feet or more. 
Some Recent Ouananiche Scores. 
While at the Island House, which is now 
under the management of Mr. A. A. M. Moore, 
an excellent sportsman, I copied some of the 
records of recent catches in the Discharge. Mr. 
Moore himself killed twelve fish on July 1, 
which weighed 22 pounds, the largest one turn¬ 
ing the scales at just 4 pounds. They were all 
taken on the Jock-Scott fly, while Mr. Hooper 
had his best success with the silver-doctor. 
Mr. D’Arcy Hutton, of London, England, 
fishing with the black-hackle and the March- 
brown took ten ouananiche as early as June 15, 
the largest of which was 3%. pounds. 
Colonel Bayley, of Kingston, Jamaica, killed 
five of these fish on July 3, weighing 10 pounds, 
the largest of which was 3*4 pounds. He used 
the silver-doctor. 
Mr. Warren Coleman, of New York, killed 
fourteen fish on June 26, of which the largest 
weighed 4% pounds. He fished with the brown- 
hackle and silver-doctor. 
Mr. H. F. Emery, of Lowell, Mass., caught 
three good fish the same day in the lake itself, 
in front of the Island House, trolling a No. 00 
spoon. They weighed 8^4 pounds in all, the 
largest being 5% pounds. 
On June 29 Mr. Martin, of Lynn, Mass., 
killed a 4l4-pound ouananiche in a lot of six¬ 
teen, weighing altogether 33 pounds. They were 
all taken on the silver-doctor and Jock-Scott. 
The Hon. John Kaine, of Quebec, who fished 
with me this week at the Discharge, killed eleven 
