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FOREST AND STREAM 
July 12, 1913 
The Sportsman Tourist. 
Maine. 
Come to Jones’ Camps. 
Best fishing in Maine. Salmon and Trout. For 
circulars, address GEO. C. JONES, Mosquito, Me. 
Came to Chase Pond — I’ll Vse You Right. 
There are plenty of trout that are ready to bite. 
Write for circular. GUY CHADBOURNE, 
Bingham, Maine. 
Nova Scotia. 
KEDGEMAKOOGE LAKE 
In the Wilderness 
A vast virgin forest, 90 miles long. Club House 
easily accessible by automobile. 
A net-work of beautiful streams. Splendid canoe¬ 
ing. Trout abundant, large and gamy. 
Non-members cordially welcomed at the Club House. 
$12.00 a week. Cabins for families. Special provision 
for ladies. 
Modern conveniences: Electric lights, telephone, 
daily mail. Experienced guides and full equipment 
for long or short trips. For interesting illustrated 
booklet write J. W. THOMPSON, Mgr., Kedgema- 
kooge Rod ana Gun Club, New Grafton, Nova Scotia. 
Newfoundland. 
NEWFOUNDLAND. 
A land teeming with SALMON, TROUT and 
CARIBOU, besides other game. I provide outfits 
and guides. For particulars apply 
J. R. WHITAKER, “The Bungalow,” 
Grand Lake, Newfoundland. 
New York. 
TROUT FISHING. 
Six miles from Livingston Manor. Altitude 1800 feet. 
’Ten miles of trout fishing free to guests. One mile 
from Hunters Lake; good bass fishing. Casino, base¬ 
ball, tennis and croquet grounds. Garage and supplies. 
Early breakfast and late supper for fishermen. 
Comfort and amusement for families. Address 
HEARTHSTONE INN (Mrs. Elizabeth Royce, Pro¬ 
prietress), De Bruce, Sullivan County, New York. 
The Best Black Bass Fishing in New York State, on 
COSSAYUNA LAKE, 
with trout streams practically virgin. A charming 
spot to take your family for the summer. Con¬ 
venient and inexpensive for week ends. June 24, 
7%Ib. Oswego bass was caught here. June 5, 4J&lb. 
brown trout was taken from one of our streams. 
Map and booklet sent on application. Editor of 
Forest and Stream has fished here—ask him. 
Minnesota. 
“AN IDEAL RETREAT AMONG THE PINES.” 
FISHERMAN’S LODGE, Dorset, Minnesota 
On Bottle and Mantrap Lakes and surrounded by a 
country fitted by Nature for Recreation and Sport. 
Rustic cabins, clean and comfortable. Muskalonge 
and Bass fishing at the door. Send for booklet. 
A. O. WAMBOLD, Prop. 
New Brunswick. 
BIG GAME IN NORTHERN NEW BRUNSWICK 
Sportsmen, send for our free illustrated booklet, 
which fully describes our six hunting camps for 
moose, caribou, bear and deer in northern New 
Brunswick. Imhoff Brothers’ Hunting Camps, 
ImhofT, Gloucester County, N. B., Canada. 
“36 and 41.” 
L. and I are fishing friends of twenty-three 
years’ standing, and though “seas between us 
braid hae roared” for many a year since we first 
fished Loch Tay together, we agreed to join forces 
once again at F. on Jan. 14, 1913. F. is one of 
the most delightful little places in the world for 
a keen fisherman to stay at—one of the few old- 
style fishing inns left; no nonsense about waiters 
or table d’hote; just room for two. There are 
two boats. No more experienced boatmen are 
there on Loch Tay than Duncan McColl and 
his son and Donald McNaghten. The two older 
men have been at it for well over thirty years, 
both of them. Add to which that Mr. and Mrs. 
S. do everything in their power for one’s com¬ 
fort. A laddie can throw a stone from the door 
into as good a bay for a fish as I know of on 
the loch, and what more can the heart of 
(fisher) man desire? 
Winter had the country fairly in its grip 
when we started for Perthshire. All along the 
line from Callendar westward the snow lay deep. 
A glint of sunshine on the Braes of Balquhidder 
flashed a greeting from their ice-bound slopes, 
but in Glenogle the darkness gathered fast, and 
we had to strain our eyes to pick up the packs 
of grouse huddled together wherever the wind 
had swept a hummock bare of snow. Loch 
Tay, its girdle of mountains snow-clad to their 
base, looked black and forbidding enough _ in 
contrast as we boarded the little steamer which 
was to take us to our destination, but we con¬ 
soled ourselves as we steamed into the teeth of 
a bitter east wind that anyway that wind would 
keep the fish at the right end of the loch for 
us. On board were four other fishermen bound 
for K., three miles further down the loch. Time 
passed quickly in their pleasant company, and 
soon we reached F., where our host and boat¬ 
men were on the pier to meet us. 
Early to bed and early to rise is an excel¬ 
lent proverb, but rather hard to follow when 
two fishermen meet again after many years; 
then all the rods and reels and tackle had to 
be seen to, “blue and silver,” “brown and gold,” 
and the “ghost” duly admired, and I fear it 
was rather too early when we turned in. I 
know it seemed early enough when the morn¬ 
ing candle and hot water appeared, and the re¬ 
port, “blowing hard and drizzling sleet,” but 
was it not the opening day of 1913, and who 
cares for rain and sleet, anyway? 
A hurried breakfast, and by 9 a. m. we 
were off, L.’s boat with McNaghten leading the 
way, and a few minutes later we were on the 
water, too. The wind had moderated a little, 
and we turned against it eastward to the march, 
brown and silver on the shore rod, blue and 
silver on the deep. L. is ahead of us in slightly 
deeper water, while we creep as near as we can 
to the shingly beach, past Fearnan village and 
Hugh’s Pier, to the old oak tree near Letterellan. 
A bang, a whirr, a salmon’s on— 
A mighty fish, a thumper! 
Surely the first fish of the season on Loch 
Tay, for it is not 9:30 yet, Kenmore boats are 
still plodding through the reserve with their 
lines idle, Ardeonaig is empty to-day and Killin, 
we hear afterward, owing to the gale, never got 
afloat at all. He plays well and strong; two or 
three nasty turns indeed he gives me—once when 
he runs straight for the boat, and I cannot reel 
fast enough to keep on the strain, and for a 
moment think he has gone; and once when he 
throws himself clear of the water, and the rod 
top drops to him like a royal salute, but all goes 
well, and at 9:50 the first fish lies in the boat, 
a beauty of twenty-three pounds. 
A heavy squall from the east and a blind¬ 
ing icy shower of sleet hails on 11s as we get 
the rods out again. A Kenmore boat passes us, 
just getting to work. L. has crossed the loch, 
and we can make him out drifting under the 
lee of Callelachan Point, the other boats follow¬ 
ing in succession. A momentary lull gives us 
the opportunity, and we nip across also to the 
South march, and coast along the beautifully 
clean and gravelly shore. “As far as Craigand- 
The Sportsman Tourist. 
Virginia. 
MODERN HOTEL 
Cutiages, rent or saie on fishing grounds. Guides 
and power boat, 1 man, $3; 2 men, $4 day. Channel 
Bass, Kings, Trout, Hogfish galore. Send for book¬ 
let. A. H. G. MEARS, Wachapreague, Eastern 
Shore, Virginia. 
Property for Sale. 
FOR SALE OR RENT AFTER JULY 15 —Furnished 
cottage on Lake Melissa, 6 miles south of Detroit, Becker 
county, Minn. Every convenience. Excellent fishing. 
Accessible and popular location. Box 221, Fargo, North 
Dakota. 
’ouran, and no further to-day” is Duncan’s ver¬ 
dict, and a right sound one, too, for it lowers 
black, black, in the east over Taymouth, and 
the wind comes snell and dreich off Acharn’s 
snow-clad slopes. "There he is again, though,” 
and a tremendous rush he gives, ending with a 
porpoise plunge on the surface far astern of the 
boat. Then a dash for the shore, and then out 
into the loch with a steady, even pull. He is 
working like a heavy fish. Now he is under the 
rod point, and coming up foot by foot. A 
glimpse of a big black fin, a rush, a jag, and 
a sickening slackening. Has he gone? No; he 
is there yet. He must have rolled over. An¬ 
other rush, a wallop on the surface, and the 
gaff goes home, but it takes two hands to lift 
him over the gunwale, and the spring balance 
marks thirty-six pounds good. Then one re¬ 
alizes the tremendous strength of a big salmon, 
for one set of treble hooks, new busked, are 
wrenched clean off the brown and silver phan¬ 
tom, and no doubt the momentary slackening 
mentioned above was caused thereby. It is the 
heaviest fish I have ever killed, and we go ashore 
to lunch well pleased with ourselves and the 
day’s sport. 
A brown and gold minnow replaces the 
mutilated phantom, and back to the march is 
the order thereafter. We pass two boats, neither 
of which have scored as yet, but get the good 
news from one that L. has killed a fish in 
Bonny Annie’s Bay. We cross again to Let¬ 
terellan, and see Lord Breadalhane's keepers fish¬ 
ing the reserve. Simultaneously with them we 
turn out at the march, when—bang! we have 
No. 3, a grand game fighter, too; but two big 
