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FOREST AND STREAM 
Sometimes fish lav right ahead them, you know remark, “Good. Fished very clean, Boy,” quite 
see, don’t work shoulders so much, let rod do 
all work. Now little more line, pull off some 
from reel with left hand, hold it against rod 
with finger of right, now cast, then lift finger 
and let line shoot through rings. That’s good. 
Now try little lower down, cover all water very 
careful, don’t skip any,” and so on until I reach 
the end of the pool. 
“Haggie, why do you tell me to fish with a 
straight line?” I ask. “Why, only the other day 
I read in a book on sport where the author 
speaks of the line bellying out, when casting for 
salmon.” The answer to my question was, “That 
man, he write for books, and he think it sound 
good talk like that, but he do all his fishin’ in 
house with his pen, you know see. I know 
man live out Caledonia way call himself great 
hunter, but he hunt all his moose in parlor. 
What chance you got hook salmon when line all 
loose and belly out in current? But if line 
straight you got good chance sure, you know see.” 
“Go try ag’in,” the old man says, “but try 
work your fly different motion. You make quick 
short jerks that time, now move it with long 
slow pulls, let it sink little more. Don’t hurry 
cause you been fish over pool once. Maybe sal¬ 
mon hard to coax, and maybe he like slow fly best, 
you know see. Try drop fly on water light you 
can.” Doing my best to learn, and at the same 
time to please the old Indian, I toil on down to 
the shoals again. “Now what?” I ask Haggie 
as I reel in. “No fish here to-day, is there?” 
His reply is, “We rest pool little while, then 
try different fly. If too bright, try ‘Buck Dose.’ ” 
While lying on the bank resting, Haggie re¬ 
marks, “Sure fish here last night. I know you 
coming yesterday, so I come down pool jest dark 
of evening and I set and watch. Bimeby I see 
little wake runnin’ here and there, till I count 
three fish, you know see.” As if to prove his 
Story you are suddenly startled by a bolt of sil¬ 
ver shot up from the depths, as a ten-pound 
salmon cleaves the water and falls back with a 
“ka-plunk.” Before you can get your feet un¬ 
der you, out he shoots again, right where you 
have fished, too! Haggie chuckles as you snatch 
up your rod, and then says, “Playin’. No use.” 
But now you know there is a fish there within 
easy casting distance, and you fairly tremble 
with excitement, as you drop the fly lower and 
lower down until you feel you must be “over 
him.” The old man directs you to fish down 
past the spot where the salmon has been play¬ 
ing, and although you dislike to obey, you fol¬ 
low instructions, until you again look behind 
you with a questioning glance in his direction. 
“Better leave this one, go up other pool, try 
there. Then come back when near night try 
him 'gin. Maybe he stop his fool playin’ by 
that time, you know see,” he says. Just as we 
turn away toward the upper pool, out goes the 
salmon again with a souse, and “ka-plunk!” as 
he hits the water. Haggie grins, and remarks, 
“Good fish, ’bout ten pound, you know see.” 
You fish the next pool, beginning at the top 
as before, and quite excel yourself at the per¬ 
formance. Scarcely a rough cast have you made 
the whole length of the water, your fly has 
fallen with the finest of precision as lightly as 
the petal of an apple blossom, but no rise has 
rewarded your efforts. However, you do get a 
nod of approval from the old redskin, and his 
eliminates all feeling of fatigue from your tired 
muscles. 
You change the “Black Dose” for “Haggie fly” 
again, and mosy back to the starting point, 
thinking the while of the fish you left behind 
in the lower pool, and who, if you had been alone 
to-day, would probably have been treated to a 
moving picture exhibition of every fly in your 
extensive collection. Then, just as you lift the 
line for another cast, “splash!” The water flies, 
and in the center of a big circle a broad tail 
stiffens for a second and is gone. The pool 
looks as slick and innocent as before, but you 
know that within its depths lies the king of all 
sporting fish, ready for the fly. 
Haggie is now upon his feet. He utters the 
one word, “Wait,” takes your fly and cast in 
hand, and examines every inch of its length to 
see there are no knots caused by careless cast¬ 
ing, testing its strength as he pulls the catgut 
through his bony fingers. Now your heart 
thumps as you begin to cast again, for you are 
morally certain you will hook a salmon in a 
few seconds time, because he did not touch the 
fly, and is therefore unsuspicious. Beginning 
above your fish, each lengthening cast toward 
the spot where you saw his tail disappear sends 
a shiver through your arms. 
“Fish clean, take time, keep straight line, don’t 
strike him too hard, Boy. Heavy fish, I guess,” 
smites your ears from the rear. Plump ! Zip!! 
Splash !!! and you are fast in a fresh run At¬ 
lantic salmon. “Turn rod on back,” cries Hag¬ 
gie. “Don’t touch line. Keep tip up, use steady 
strain.” “Zee—Zeee-e!” screams the single-action 
reel as down river streaks the frenzied fish. Out 
of the rapid he leaps with a sideways jump. 
“Tip rod,” grunts Plaggie. 
As you lower the tip toward your salmon, his 
powerful tail hits the now slack enameled line, 
shaking the water off in a little steam-like spray. 
Raising your rod you feel him. Oh, yes, he is 
still hooked, and so you play him, keeping always 
that maddening tiring strain upon his jaw, until 
at last you lead him. Now your left hand grasps 
the rod in front of the right, and the rubber 
butt presses firmly against your body just above 
the left hip. There he rolls, showing the white 
of his silver belly, shimmering through the pool. 
Ah! the beginning of the end! Nearer and 
nearer you lead him to the bank, where old Hag¬ 
gie awaits his coming, kneeling upon one knee, 
with the gaff thrust beneath the water. At last 
you work your fish in near the shore, and lower¬ 
ing the rod gently, allow him to drop down 
between Haggie’s right arm and the bank. A 
quick upward and inward stroke, and the keen 
steel clips him. Note how carefully your fish 
is lifted from the river. It almost frets you, 
such deliberation. No cause for worry! That 
old gaff has seldom missed while in its owner’s 
hand. 
By the time you stride down to your salmon, 
reeling in the slack as you walk, Haggie has 
removed the gaff, and has hit him a tap across 
the nose with the back of it. There he lies 
with just a feeble gasp or two, and a reflex 
action of the muscles. “Heavy fish,” says Hag¬ 
gie. “I believe most sixteen pound.” 
While you reach in your pocket for the scales, 
the dear .old chap remarks, “I do believe you 
make fisherman yet, some day bimeby, you see.” 
TIPS FOR SPORTSMEN 
(A Department of Editorial Trade Chatter.) 
COCKING LEVER FOR AUTOMATIC PISTOL. 
Savage Arms Company has designed a special 
form of cocking lever for the Savage Automatic 
Pistol, which permits easy cocking by the 
thumb of the hand which .holds the pistol. 
This permits carrying the pistol loaded and 
ready for instant use without strain on the firing- 
pin spring. It is possible to cock the pistol while 
drawing it, without the least loss of time, and a 
pistol equipped with this device may, with a very 
little practice, be drawn, cocked and fired as 
rapidly as a pistol carried cocked and fitted with 
a safety device may be drawn and fired. 
A misfire may be corrected without the use of 
two hands by merely cocking the pistol with the 
thumb and pulling the trigger again. Even a 
defective primer will generally be fired the sec¬ 
ond time. - 
CAMP COFFEE PERCOLATOR. 
The man who insists on a good cup of coffee, 
cooked over the cheery camp fire will welcome 
the recent innovation of International Silver 
Company. 
Coffee made by this process is distilled, but 
never boils, and the coffee grains never enter the 
reservoir containing the pure filtered coffee. 
The Percolator is heavily nickel plated on 
hard metal, and is constructed to withstand the 
hardest usage and any heat, all attached parts 
being riveted. The bail handle permits of hang¬ 
ing over the camp fire, but when not in use, is so 
made that it serves to hold the cover and parts 
together, while being transported. It may be 
used equally as well on a stove or irons over the 
camp fire, has folding handles ,at the back, and a 
lip which is part of the body of the pot. It is 
made in 2, 3 and 4-pint sizes. 
WILLIAM MILLS SONS’ CATALOG. 
Before you go afishing just start the trip with 
a half hour’s saunter through the maze of fisher¬ 
men’s goods in the shop of William Mills & Sons, 
using as your guide the paraphernelia Baedakae 
issued by this wide-awake concern. This new 
catalog is awonder, with its true-to-fact illustra¬ 
tions. Their book on trout tackle, free for the 
asking, is an absolute necessity. The dry fly fish¬ 
erman will be interested in the preparation 
“Flotine” and an atomizer for “oiling” the dry 
fly and tackle. If you are too far from town to 
wend your way about this great shop, write for 
their cataloge. 
200,000 TROUT EGGS ARRIVE; PUBLIC MAY 
WATCH THEM HATCH. 
Louisville, Ivy., June 10.—Joseph G. Sachs,, 
chairman of the State Fish and Game Commis¬ 
sion, was advised yesterday of the arrival of 
200,000 rainbow trout eggs, which were obtained 
by the commission from the Michigan State Fish 
Hatchery. Mr. Sachs announced last night that 
arrangements have been made with the United 
States Bureau of Biological Survey to have the 
spawn cared for by the Government hatchery at 
the Kentucky State Fair Grounds. J. H. Bald¬ 
win, superintendent of the hatchery, said the 
eggs will begin to hatch this week. After the 
trout have been hatched and treated they will be 
distributed in local streams. 
