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FOREST AND STREAM 
[Sept. 8, 1906. 
or ice jams in the river, but it soon recovered 
its ancient prestige, even before restocking from 
the State hatcheries made this comparatively 
easy and rapid. 
Does any one of your readers know of a safe 
and sure method of exterminating pickerel in 
a small lake? It seems to me that I have 
heard of copper being used for this purpose, but 
am not sure. There is a small spring lake near 
here which is perfectly adapted to trout, and 
recently some thousands of small fish were in¬ 
troduced. Unfortunately, the lake was stocked 
with pickerel many years ago, and I do not 
think that trout can be established there until 
these sharks have been in some way eliminated. 
The black bass is the only fish that seems to be 
able and willing to knock out pickerel. The 
Dr. ITenshall’s success in hatching artificially 
and raising grayling. About a year ago I read 
somewhere that he had succeeded, but since then 
have seen nothing more in regard to a matter 
in which I am much interested. Grayling have 
been successfully introduced into many streams 
in the old country, the Clyde and Eden in 
Scotland, for instance, and there is no reason, 
•apparently, why they should not do well in some 
of our eastern streams. In Michigan they have 
been almost exterminated. There, for some 
reason, they seem to have given way before the 
trout. This is probably due to the fact that trout 
were hatched artificially and stocked in great 
numbers, while nothing was done to keep up 
the supply of grayling. If Dr. Henshall has 
solved the problem of hatching and raising 
grayling to fingerling size. I should think that 
the old grayling rivers of Michigan might be 
restocked with this fine fish and recover the rep¬ 
utation they had twenty years or more ago. 
Trout and grayling live and thrive together in 
the same rivers in England and Scotland. Why 
not in America? 
Any addition to the number of game fish 
which are inside feeders and rise freely at the 
artificial fly would be welcome. I think that it 
adds considerably to the interest of fishing when 
more than one species of trout is found in the 
basket at the end of the day. Here we have 
fario and fontinalis, and some years ago I killed 
a fine rainbow trout in the Beaverkill. A few 
rainbows have also been taken in the Neversink, 
and I remember just one occasion when I killed 
three species of trout in one day. If I could 
afford to do so, I would like to try stocking the 
Beaverkill with 10,000 yearling rainbows, as I 
can not imagine a stream better suited' to them. 
They might go to sea in the second year, that is 
the risk one would have to run. 
The Esopus is the only stream I know of where 
they actually remained and multiplied for many 
years,, and that has two high falls upon it. I 
have fancied that possibly the trout dared not 
descend these falls, but there may be nothing in 
this notion. The Beaverkill offers a home that 
would, it seems to me, meet the needs of every 
variety of river trout, large or small, and 
grayling, also. 
The water is high and very much discolored 
this evening, but I hope that we may have one 
more day of fishing before the season closes 
Aug. 31. 
Later.—Wind northwest, river clearing fast. 
We may have one good day at any rate. 
Theodore Gordon. 
Beaverkill, Sullivan County, N. Y. 
serve at 7:30 A. M. for myself and some fish¬ 
ing companions, who were still in bed. On 
being called, the boys came tumbling out of 
bed one after the other, enjoyed a hearty meal 
of broiled bluefish that had been only an hour 
out of the water to table, and plied me with 
all sorts of questions. The story was told at 
the breakfast table. Nothing would satisfy; I 
must take them out in the launch. I did, act¬ 
ing as captain, pilot and engineer. 
A police captain, a detective and a very dear 
friend made up the complement, who were all 
novices at this kind of sport with rod and reel. 
Suffice it to say, these three men took thirty- 
two of those large fish before their outfits 
were crippled beyond repair, and were actually 
obliged to go ashore. No clown in a circus 
ever afforded such amusement as did these 
three men with their doings and sayings. The 
excitement ran so high, that after dinner and 
a long rest until the tide again served right, 
we concluded to try it once more, with new 
and repaired outfits. Twenty-eight fish were 
added to the score, our last squid actually be¬ 
ing devoured by a large bluefish. 
The news of our catch traveled rapidly, and 
every available craft was put in service, all 
getting more or less fish. 
Every year has its season of bluefish at the 
Kills, but I have never had many days like 
the one here related. Late in June of that 
year (1905) 1 took twenty-seven on nearly the 
same ground as the big catch, none of which 
would weigh over two pounds. 
To my mind, there is no salt-water fishing 
in our immediate waters that compares with 
trolling for bluefish with rod and reel from a 
gasolene launch. Try it some time. 
Oscar. 
From the Beaverkill. 
End of the Trout Season. 
The last days of the trout season are slipping 
by with great rapidity, and from present indica¬ 
tions, will be lost to the angler in this neigh¬ 
borhood. The river is discolored by heavy rain, 
and a gloomy sky, with heavy banks of clouds 
on the horizon, gives promise of another down¬ 
pour; in fact, I hear the pelting drops on the 
roof as I write. I confess I am a little disap¬ 
pointed. Yesterday I saw a magnificent trout 
which must have arrived on the high water last 
week, and hoped to try my hand at deluding it 
before the season closed. This fish is, I should 
say, full 22 inches long, and is one of those beau¬ 
tiful yellow trout. Many of the big, brown trout 
are very dark in color, probably from lying hid¬ 
den much of the time, under rocks or in deep, 
dark pools. They are not nearly as handsome as 
the yellow variety; in fact, I have seen speci¬ 
mens of these which were as lovely as it is 
possible for a fish to be. 
Last Thursday I journeyed up the river a long 
distance to visit a friend who is located on a 
fine stretch of water nearly two miles in length. 
There, in this happy valley, but at an elevation 
of more than 2.000 feet, he spends a months 
every summer, with trout at his door, and the 
voice of the hurrying river ever in his ears. It 
is a happy, care-free existence, a time of sport 
and recreation in the truest sense. Earlier in 
the week the stream had been high and roily, 
and one night it rose again without apparent 
cause. However, the water had become clear 
enough for good fly-fishing, and the trout were 
there and willing to be tempted. I was anxious 
to bring enough to give every one who is fond 
of trout a bit of fish for supper, and was able 
to do this in the last day and a half of fishing. 
Unless one is staying at a large hotel, it is very 
pleasant to be able to share one’s spoils with all 
hands, but it is not often that this can be done 
late in the season. 
The Beaverkill is certainly- a wonderful trout 
river. For a distance of at least thirty miles 
it is perfectly adapted to the habits and tastes 
of these fish, and in good seasons they fairly 
swarm therein. Once or twice in the past fifty 
years it has suffered greatly from tremendous 
reshets or floods, when there was heavy ice 
i_-_ ' _, 
MICHIGAN RECORD BLACK BASS. 
Caught in Long Lake by Wm. E. Shoemaker, Aug. 1G, 
1906. Weight, 91bs. Length, 24in. Girth, 19in. 
small-mouth will take root in a pickerel lake 
and after a time get the best of the long-nosed 
gentry. In some cases it has taken many years 
for them to do this, but in the end, if the water 
is suited to them, the bass conies out on top. 
In virgin water the growth of fish is some¬ 
times very remarkable. A little over two years 
ago a fine dam was built in such a way as to 
back up the water, which came from a number 
of small springs, over a swamp, thus creating a 
pond of about twenty acres. A few thousand 
fingerling trout were then turned in, and this 
spring (1906) fish up to a pound and a half 
were caught. One of the men who fished this 
new water told me that on a very cold, unfavor¬ 
able day he took forty fine trout out of it in a 
short time. I understand that this new lake 
is for sale, but it is a long distance from the rail¬ 
road, twenty miles at least. I think. I only men¬ 
tion this to show what can be done by any one 
who has some waste land in which spring water 
can be found in any quantity. 
I remember being told by an expert piscicultur¬ 
ist that with the water from a single spring near 
the Neversink he could hatch and raise to finger- 
lings, 500,000 trout per annum, a big crop from 
a little water. 
I have not seen anything recently in regard to 
Michigan’s Record Bass. 
Cheboygan, Mich., Aug. 24 .—Editor Forest and 
Strcanr Please find inclosed photo of the 
record-breaking, small-mouthed black bass ever 
caught in this State. This bass was caught in 
Long Lake, Cheboygan county, Michigan, Aug. 
16,' 1906. by Wm. E. Shoemaker, of Cheboygan. 
The large fish weighed 9*4 pounds when 
caught, and when weighed the second day, it 
weighed 8J4 pounds full. 
It was 24 inches long, and measured 9 inches 
around. It is being mounted by the Michigan 
Fish Commission at Detroit. They pronounced 
it the largest bass of the kind, by over one 
pound, ever caught in Michigan. 
The bass was caught on a Bristol 9-foot steel 
rod, Kingfisher line, Hendrix reel, and No. 18 
Cincinnati bass hook with live frog. 
Wm. E. Shoemaker. 
A Washington Fish Hatchery. 
Spokane, Wash., Aug. 26.—T. K. Korner, 
formerly connected with the Government fish 
hatchery at Spearfish, S. D., has bought land 
near Spokane for the establishment of a large 
aquarium to cost $3,000. He will have a plant 
ten miles down the Spokane River, where there 
is a perpetual spring on his land. He will raise 
trout, pike and bass and expects to market 
1.000,000 fish a year in two or three years. Work 
on the plant, which is to be constructed on the 
most modern lines, will begin in a short time 
and will be in operation before the end of the year. 
