Aug. 30, 1913. 
FOREST AND STREAM 
269 
The weather here during the last two weeks 
has been ideal, and the secretary of the game 
commission informs me that the reports from 
the rivers are the best yet, and he promises to 
prepare a list of anglers and their catches for 
Forest and Stream, which will be interesting 
to stay-at-home readers, and will be useful to 
file, to confront the fish liar, when he arrives 
home, with the official figures multiplied by ten. 
Many sportsmen are arriving every day. 
After Aug. 1 the nimrods can add venison steak 
to the camp menu, as the caribou season opens 
on that date, and of course hunters with licenses 
to shoot can get the number of heads allowed 
by law, and live like kings on venison that is 
in fine condition just now. 
Illinois Casting Club. 
Chicago, Ill., Aug. 4.—Editor Forest and 
Stream: The following scores were cast on 
Saturday and Sunday, Aug. 2 and 3. Weather 
conditions on Saturday clear, light variable wind, 
velocity from eight to twelve miles; on Sunday 
clear, wind southeast and light in the morning, 
changing to northwest during the afternoon and 
having a velocity of twenty-four miles: 
Half-ounce 
accuracy bait 
Whitby . 
. 99. 
Hornstein . 
... 95. 
Amman . 
. 99.1 
McCandless . 
... 98.8 
Bauer . 
. 98.7 
Kerr . 
.... 98.5 
Wehle . 
. 98.8 
Swisher . 
.... 97.9 
Andrews . 
.97.7 
C J McCarthy ... . 
... 97.9 
Cook . 
. 98.6 
Hoxey . 
.... 98.3 
Jamison . 
. 99.3 
Anway. 
.... 96.7 
DeGarmo . 
. 99.3 
*Gray . 
.... 98.2 
Hartley . 
. 98.1 
*Chatt . 
.... 99.1 
Re-entry : 
Whitby . 
. 99.3 
Jamison . 
.... 98.6 
Amman . 
.99.5 
Hartley . 
.... 98.8 
Bauer . 
. 98.9 
Hornstein . 
.... 96.9 
Wehle . 
. 99.2 
Kerr . 
.... 98.5 
Andrews . 
.97.9 
Swisher . 
.... 98.2 
Cook . 
. 9S.3 
Hoxey . 
.... 97.1 
Light tackle, dry fly accuracy: 
99 2-15 
Whitby . 
. 98 13-15 
Jamison . 
Amman . 
. 97 9-15 
DeGarmo . 
99 7-15 
Re-entry: 
Whitby . 98 13-15 
Amman . 98 13-15 
Distance fly, feet: 
Jamison . 
99 1-15 
Jamison . 
.. 85 
Amman . 
. 91 
DeGarmo . 
. 1U1 
C J McCarthy ... 
.115 
Re-entry: 
Jamison . 
. 82 
Half-ounce 
distance bait: 
DeGarmo .... 
Jamison . 
. 107 1-5 
. 183 
Amman . 
. 140 1-5 
Re-entry: 
DeGarmo .... 
Jamison . 
. 159 2-5 
. 175 1-5 
Amman . 
. 123 1-5 
*Guests. 
Brother 
DeGarmo’s 
score on July 26 
in the 
quarter-ounce bait event 
was 99.3 instead of 98.3, 
as given in 
the announcement of the scores of 
that date. 
J. D. Anway, Sec’y. 
Sixth Tournament N. A. S. A. C. 
The sixth tournament will be given by the 
National Association of Scientific Angling Clubs 
at the Anglers’ Pool, Washington Park, Chicago, 
Ill., on Sept. 5 and 6. Following are the officers: 
Tournament Committee, E. P. Sperry, Presi¬ 
dent; A. F. Swisher, Secretary; F. N. Peet, of 
Chicago Fly-Casting Club; C. P. Clifford, of 
Illinois Casting Club; I. H. Bellows, of North 
Shore Casting Club; C. E. Lingenfelter, of 
Anglers’ Casting Club. 
The reception committee is as follows: 
Chicago Fly-Casting Club.—J. M. Smith, F. 
N. Peet, G. S. Eldred, C. C. Lucke, B. F. Beatty, 
E. R. Letterman, H. B. Noyes. 
Anglers’ Casting Club.—E. M. Town, J. M. 
Hall, E. S. Gray, C. J. McCarthy, C. E. Lingen¬ 
felter, L. N. Place, H. J. Hokamp. 
Illinois Casting Club.—A. F. Swisher, J. W. 
Tice, Dr. J. D. Anway, Wm. McCandless, D. R. 
Linder, H. C. Humphries, Wm. Stanley. 
North Shore Casting Club.—Dr. A. M. Hall, 
Sherman Goble, Dr. C. O. Dorchester, E. Lam¬ 
bert, F. E. Church, I. H. Bellows, T. A. Forsyth. 
Captain, George A. Murrell; Assistant Cap¬ 
tains, C. C. Lucke, C. J. McCarthy, Wm. Mc¬ 
Candless, E. Lambert. 
Following are the events which will take 
place: 
First Event, Friday.—Wind and weather per¬ 
mitting; quarter-ounce accuracy bait; N. A. S. 
A. C. amateur championship. 
Second Event. — Half - ounce distance bait; 
N. A. S. A. C. amateur championship. 
Third Event.—Accuracy fly; N. A. S. A. C. 
amateur championship. 
Fourth Event.—Light tackle, dry-fly accu¬ 
racy ; N. A. S. A. C. amateur championship. 
Saturday, Fifth Event.—Half-ounce accuracy 
bait; N. A. S. A. C. amateur championship. 
Sixth Event.—Light tackle distance fly; N. 
A. S. A. C. amateur championship. 
Seventh Event.—Salmon fly; N. A. S. A. C. 
amateur championship. 
All contests to be governed by the rules of 
the National Association of Scientific Angling 
Clubs, copies of which may be had upon appli¬ 
cation to the secretary. 
Silver cups will be awarded to the champion 
in each event. 
Trophies for second and third places will be 
silver and bronze fobs. 
Suitable tokens for the fourth and fifth 
places will be provided. 
N. A. S. A. C. headquarters are at Great 
Northern Hotel, corner of Jackson boulevard 
and Dearborn street. 
Business meeting and election of officers at 
6:30 p. m.. Sept. 4. 
N. A. S. A. C. dinner will be at Great North¬ 
ern Hotel, Friday, Sept. 6 , at 8:30 p. m. 
A Mess of Striped Bass. 
(From issue of Sept. 11, 1873.) 
Editor Forest and Stream: 
One morning I jumped from my bed as the 
sun was lifting his head above the eastern 
horizon, and having hastily swallowed my 
breakfast, jumped on a horse car and arrived 
at the foot of Court street in good time. The 
“Marie” was quickly lowered into her native 
element, and placing my traps aboard, I started 
for Oyster Island, where I had caught a fine lot 
a few days before. But on getting out into the 
North River the wind left me, and I drifted 
down to Robin’s Reef, thinking to sail up on 
the flood. I hailed the old light-keeper, and he 
consoled me by saying that there were no fish; 
that even they were affected by the hard times 
and would not bite, no, not they! they knew too 
much now-a-days, “and then he wanted the loan 
of two or three fishing crabs, which he promised 
to return ‘the very next time I came that way.’ ” 
“Well,” I soliloquized, “I suppose I must 
wait,” and as it was our dinner-time (io o’clock), 
I let go killock that I could just rig out my rods 
(I always fish with two), and throw my lines 
over “for the fun of the thing.” I did so. And 
now for dinner. I had just reached out for my 
cold-cut, something, by the way, so often ob¬ 
tained when least desired, when whang, bang, 
went my short rod against my leg. “Good 
gracious!” I exclaimed, what’s up now? a con¬ 
founded dog-fish, I suppose, and I reached out 
for my “sticker” to punch him with. But my 
rod and line soon told me a different story by 
the sharp and quick dashes that they made from 
one side of the boat to the other; and then fifty 
yards of line ran out like a flash. I seized the 
rod and the sport began; and, after an exciting 
pull, he rolled over alongside, and displayed the 
proportions of a fine bass. But he was hooked 
only by the tender and fragile part of the 
mouth, and on the least strain I would be sure 
to lose him. It was a nervous minute, I assure 
you. It is wonderful how electricity or some¬ 
thing else does run up your line, and down your 
rod, and all through your arms and legs at such 
a moment. Fie made another run, but I hauled 
him gently and safely, and soon had him again 
alongside. In placing my landing net under him 
he gave one more “flirt” for freedom, and ' 
broke the hook from his mouth, but, luckily, 
fell into my net, and in another minute I had 
him in the boat; he was a noble fish. The ex¬ 
citement of catching this fellow caused me to 
forget, for the moment that I had another rod 
and line out; and when I did look for my float, 
I perceived another fish had hold of the hook, 
and had run off two hundred feet of line. So 
to work I went, with a will, to fetch him in, but 
before I could do so my short rod was again 
hard at work bumping against my legs like mad. 
And so they kept it up until I had my car 
alongside full of fish, and nearly all my boat, 
too. Now and then a common tern would skim 
over me, stop an instant, look at me with his 
black lustrous eyes, and dart away again seem¬ 
ing to think, “nicking the fins, ain't he?” Well, 
kind reader, I kept nicking them until nature 
tired, and then I left off, and fixed my fixings, 
for they were really out of gear. My old rod 
was all sorts of shapes, and my reels so wet and 
full of crab and scales that they jammed. At 
5 o’clock p. m., I had strength enough left to 
set my fore sail, and let the little “Marie” go. 
She seemed to know that I was in a hurry and 
fairly skipped over the waves. I will not tell 
you my success that day in numbers, but I will 
say that on reaching the landing the news spread 
around quickly enough, and several families had 
a good supper on bass and weakfish that 
evening. 
Now, gentle reader, did you ever have some 
bright and beautiful day fastened on your heart 
string’s memory? If so, perhaps it was when 
you were a youth and killed your first bird on 
the wing; perhaps it was your first string of 
“sunnies”; or perhaps it was the first time that 
you saw Julia’s big blue eye looking fully at 
you, and made you feel “just so,” and you went 
home and tried to sleep but could not, but for 
all that you were “kind of happy” and never 
forgot that “peculiar” day. So was this day 
with me; one of the glorious clouds of memory 
fringed with gold. I think of it over and over 
again and it always makes me happy. I can call 
back the most minute acts of the fish, how I 
just saved one big fellow, and how another made 
me think I had a “rouser,” but it was only a 
one-pounder hooked on the outside of his gills; 
how I sailed home as the sun was throwing his 
slanting rays over the place “out of the Union.” 
and beginning to grow dim and foggy, I thought 
all the world was happy because I was. It was 
a joy of the heart that only a fisherman can ex¬ 
perience, for he feels at peace with all the world 
after “nicking the fins.” Squeteague. 
