July 12, 1913 
FOREST AND STREAM 
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fish lie in the boat, and a little more strain is 
perhaps permissible. Neil makes no mistake, 
and a 21-pounder lies beside his fellows._ lhen, 
for it is 3 p. M., and evening will close in early 
this dark day, we make for home, zig-zagging 
the Fearnan shore. L. has crossed by this time, 
and we see him in a fish in front of Letterellan. 
A quarter of a mile further east the keepers are 
playing one, too. We have had our share of 
luck for one day, we think, and turn round the 
island at McLaren’s, making for the pier, when 
off goes the lead again, and round whirrs the 
reel. The island, we think for a moment; but 
no island ever tugged and jumped! No. 4 it 
is, and no mistake. Right in front of the inn 
we drift with him, and in full view of quite a 
crowd of interested spectators, and to the ac¬ 
complishment of a hearty cheer, McColl lifts a 
14-pounder in. And so we beach our boat, and 
land our four salmon, ninety-four pounds in 
all. The heaviest total weight, so the Kenmore 
head boatman tells us afterward, landed by one 
boat in one day on Loch Tay for thirty-one 
years. L. lands a few minutes afterward with 
two of sixteen pounds each, and the six make 
a bonny show in the pasage of the little inn— 
a grand beginning for 1913. 
A day of days it had been, and not the least 
pleasant part was the evening talk over the 
fire of the little parlor, when L. and I com¬ 
pared notes to the accompaniment of much to¬ 
bacco, and occasional Gaelic ejaculations in the 
passage, as some newcomer arrived to view and 
to admire the bag. 
Up again betimes next morning, but the K. 
contingent were the early birds to-day, for they 
had left their boats at F. over night, and arriv¬ 
ing by the early steamer, were afloat by 8:30, 
while we again got going about nine. This time 
L. goes east, while we shape our course west¬ 
ward up the north side, through Schoolhouse 
Bay, renowned for its heavy fish in days gone 
by, but since the steamer pier and breakwater 
were built, fallen from its former high estate, 
past Balneam Point, and the “famous wire 
fence,” the black rock, and the Ivy tree, and so 
to Chapel Bay. Not an inch of that shore hardly 
but brings back memories of “days of fresh air 
in the rain and the sun,” of big salmon, and 
big baskets of sporting, hard fighting trout. No 
touch though to the minnows to-day, and at the 
white stone we cross to Bonny Annie. Two 
Kenmore boats in Indian file are coasting up 
the shore, and we swing eastward and come in 
behind them. Are we not far enough? But 
Duncan says, “I would go to the red rocks at 
least,” and we go on. Close to the shore at 
the red rocks we creep, too close it turns out, 
for the shore rod touches twice—a most pal¬ 
pable weed. I lift it slowly to bring in the line, 
when “there he is on the deep rod,” and little 
doubt there is about it, for the reel is scream¬ 
ing like a crazy thing. I catch the rod, and 
throw the other to Neil. Will that mad rush 
ever stop? A rush the like of which I have 
never seen before on Loch Tay. Then with a 
swirl a great fin and tail emerges 150 yards 
away. Fifty yards I had been fishing with, and 
he has cleared 100 yards more down to the 
backing on the big reel. 
But only now has the fight begun; what need 
to tell of every rush and plunge of every “jag” 
that nearly turns one sick, of that dull boring- 
dive when forty yards straight down he went 
below the big rod’s point; of when the slightest 
check would have snapped the strong trolling 
line like pack thread; of every art and effort 
of a great game fish fighting for his life. Three- 
quarters of an hour had gone, the wind had 
fallen, and dead calm it was, as yard by yard, 
foot by foot, and inch by inch he came surface- 
ward ; on the loch’s placid bosom great boiling 
swirls like a propeller’s wave appeared, then the 
wire trace, and then for the first time we saw 
him near the boat. “Gosh keeps!” was all that 
Neil remarked, but the two words spoke 
volumes. He almost had a chance, but the big 
fish rolling over in his last flurry burked it for 
the moment. Then Neil’s arm went out for a 
steady, cool, deliberate stroke; the obsequies 
were quickly ended, and when all was over, he 
was a clean run Tay salmon, and he weighed 
forty-one pounds.—J. C. G., in the London Field. 
For Sale. 
Prairie Dogs and the Grazing Industry. 
As a detail of its campaign against prairie 
dogs on the sheep and cattle ranges of the West, 
the Biological Survey of the Department of 
Agriculture at Washington is using carbon bi¬ 
sulphide in connection with eight tons of poison¬ 
ed grain for the extermination of the little pests 
on the ranges of the Coconino National Forest, 
Arizona. 
Generally the Biological Survey works to 
prevent the extinction of birds and mammals. 
In the present instance it justifies its war 
against prairie dogs on the principle of the cam¬ 
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rel, or against the rabbit which girdles fruit 
trees. 
The damage done by the prairie dog, it is 
pointed out, affects the stock-raising industry 
in two ways. First, many acres are laid bare 
in the neighborhood of prairie dog villages, and 
the amount of food available for cattle is pro¬ 
portionately reduced; second, valuable animals, 
frequently horses, have to be killed after they 
have broken a leg in a prairie dog hole. 
According to the Department’s expert the 
stock industry has unwittingly favored the in¬ 
crease of prairie dogs by killing off coyotes 
that prey upon stock, but are also natural 
enemies of the prairie dogs. 
Last year on the Cochotopa National Forest 
of Colorado fifteen tons of poisoned oats freed 
some 26,000 acres of grazing land from prairie 
dogs. On the Pike National Forest, in the same 
State, seven tons of oats were used to clear 
60,000 acres. This year five or six tons of the 
poisoned grain only was used on the Cochotopa 
and three tons sufficed for the Pike. 
It is estimated that on all the national 
forests about 277,000 acres, which had been ren¬ 
dered worthless for grazing purposes by prairie 
dogs, have been restored to their former use¬ 
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means a gain in the carrying capacity of the 
range sufficient to run 6,950 cattle, or 55,600 
sheep. 
In 1908 the Government began to carry out 
this campaign, and in 1911 worked on a large 
scale. It was so successful that in 1912 the 
quantity of poison put out was doubled. This 
year’s campaign is one of cleaning up the 
areas where there was almost complete ex¬ 
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A suggestion of Ansel Hallet, of Yarmouth- 
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before the authorities on Indian arrowheads to 
see what disposition they will make of it. 
It is this: That the stone arrowheads, 
found so numerously over Cape Cod, are not 
the handiwork of the Indians, possibly. 
Mr. Hallet reasons that the Indians very 
likely have found these stone arrowheads just 
as we of this age have seen them, lying about 
on the ground, and that they, having easily 
found them, may have utilized them for the 
purpose for which they were originally made 
and intended, by the men of a still earlier age, ’ 
but that the Indians were too lazy not to have 
found a more easily available method for head¬ 
ing their arrows when it was necessary for them 
to manufacture something for that purpose. 
Mr. Hallet was led to that suggestion by 
the following extract from Rev. Enoch Pratt’s 
brief account of the First Encounter, in his his¬ 
tory of Eastham, Wellfleet and Orleans, in 
which after describing the onslaught of the 
savages, he writes that the white men “picked 
up eighteen of their arrows—some were headed 
with brass, some with deer’s horns and others 
with eagle’s claws.” 
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did not use stone arrowheads. 
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matter, pause long enough to tell us why Mr. 
Hallet’s theory is not correct? 
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