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FOREST AND STREAM 
Aug. 24, 1912 
Memorial Window to Izaak Walton. 
The Close, Winchester, England. July 27.— 
Editor Forest and Stream: I shall be very 
grateful if you can find room in your paper 
for a paragraph about a project which we have 
recommenced in this city, and which may, I think, 
appeal to many of our friends across the water 
who are interested in fishing. We have many 
visitors from your country,.and they nearly al¬ 
ways express a wish to see Izaak Walton’s grave 
in our [Winchester] cathedral. It is only a flat 
marble slab in the floor, with an epitaph written 
by Bishop Ken, his brother-in-law, and we are 
wishful to further commemorate his life by 
placing a suitable stained glass window almost 
over his resting place. 
I inclose a circular which I am sending to 
many fishermen in England, and if you will help 
me by publishing an extract which will take the 
form of an appeal to our American friends, I 
shall be much obliged. Several of your country¬ 
men have kindly sent subscriptions, and we have 
received altogether about £150. 
I believe that Messrs. Powell have carried 
out the stained glass in New York cathedral. 
Their work is most beautiful. 
F. Preston-Joy. 
The circular mentioned follows: 
More than a dozen years ago a project was 
commenced for placing a Memorial Window to 
Izaaak Walton in the South Transept of Win¬ 
chester Cathedral. This plan has remained in 
abeyance during the protracted repairs necessary 
for the preservation of the historic building. 
The great undertaking being successfully com¬ 
pleted. the opportunity arises for continuing the 
work in memory of the “Prince of Fishermen,” 
the charming biographer, and author of “The 
Compleat Angler.” His resting place is in Prior 
Silkstede’s Chapel almost beneath the proposed 
window. It is marked by a flat slab with an 
epitaph from the pen of his brother-in-law, 
Thomas Ken, Canon of Winchester, and after¬ 
ward Bishop of Bath and Wells. 
The scheme will include the careful repair 
of some of the old stone work of the window, 
which is in the “Decorated” style of architecture. 
The stained glass will be entrusted to 
Messrs. James Powell & Sons, of Whitefriars, 
whose work is deservedly held in such high 
esteem. 
The total cost will be about £400. An ap¬ 
peal is therefore made, with the cordial approval 
of the Very Rev. the Dean, to all who are fol¬ 
lowers of the “gentle art,” that they will join 
in this memorial to an honored name. 
The following gentlemen have kindly given 
their support: 
£ s d 
The Most Hon. the Marquis of Granby 
(1900) . 3 3 o 
The Right Hon. the Earl of Northbrook 
(the late) .10 o o 
The Right Hon. Sir Edward Grey, Bart. 
(1900) . 5 5 o 
The Right Hon. Sir Herbert Maxwell, 
Bart. 1 x o 
Mr. Justice Lawrence . 1 O o 
Mr. Justice Kennedy . 1 0 o 
Mr. j. G. Heckscher, U. S. A.20 o o 
Hon. and Rev. Canon Brodrick (the 
late) etc., etc., etc.3 3 o 
Contributions will be gratefully received and 
acknowledged by the Hon. Treasurer of the 
Fund, Rev. Dr. Preston-Joy. 
The Close, Winchester, England. 
Fishing for Fish or Fun and Fish. 
Hendersonville, N. C., July 15.— Editor 
Forest and Stream: I read with pleasure your 
remarks in the issue of June 15, “Old Clothes” 
and “Fishing For Fish or Fun and Fish.” I say 
amen to both. For the life of me I can’t see 
how an angler can get full and thorough enjoy¬ 
ment in the woods or on the streams if he is 
handicapped by “tailor made” and “store clothes ’ 
and all that goes with “sich.” Nor can I under¬ 
stand an angler making use of grab irons to 
catch fish. The kind you speak of is a mon¬ 
strosity, and the 9, 12 and 15 hook gangs nearly 
as bad. It is right that you should draw the 
contrast as you have with the Williams hook. 
There is so very much more in “fishing for 
fun” because the angler enjoys the outdoors and 
taking fish in a strictly honest way. 
In a recent letter I spoke of the careless manner 
many anglers approach trout in a pool or good live 
water. There is, too, the danger of disturbing them 
from below. Talking does not frighten fish, but 
the hard stamping on the ground in approaching 
may do so, and the careless knocking together 
of the stones under the water or disturbing it 
in other ways. For instance, I well remember 
several years ago getting a rise from a nice 
trout, and wishing to give him a rest, I left him 
for half an hour. Then with my eyes so in¬ 
tently bent on the spot at which he rose, I 
stalked up stream on the opposite side and 
nearly to the vantage point I desired to reach, 
when I caught one foot under a rock. It 
was a quick, hard struggle to keep my feet, but 
resulted of course in my sitting rather too sud¬ 
denly down up to my arm pits in the stream. 
The result? Why, the trout immediately had 
grave suspicions of my intent. At any rate, not 
a rise after that. 
Another time I tripped in like manner and 
dove over the rock and went quite under, head 
over heels. In each case I was too intent on 
where my flies were falling without due regard 
to where I was stepping. For like reasons the 
back cast will greatly surprise one by catching- 
trees or bushes. It is simply this over-anxiety 
— too quick. The safe rule is to “make haste 
slowly.” 
Again, I was at the power plant in Green 
River. This time I began to fish the pool just 
under the mountains after stalking up the rapid 
bit of water below. Not a rise till I got almost 
to the last rocks under water that I could reach. 
Then I skipped my flies about as flying insects 
again, again and again, and let them drop just 
on the rapid water below the white foam. There 
was a rush as the flies touched the water, and 
I had my fish well hooked. I took it to be a 
ten-inch rainbow, but soon found I was mis¬ 
taken. The little five-ounce rod bent as no ten- 
inch fish could bend it, and I soon found I had 
a “good one.” We fought it out to a finish, and 
when I took him into the power house and meas¬ 
ured him, he was a bit over eighteen inches long 
and quite heavy. I took this trout on a Williams 
barbless bee. I find the bee a great killer of rain¬ 
bow trout. Ernest L. Ewbanic. 
Every season the Atlantic coast resorts give 
birth to stories of sea serpents, but here’s an 
inland snake story par excellence: 
“While spooning for bass in a creek near 
Mt. Carroll this week, Allen Sword, a fisherman 
of that place, caught a rattlesnake which was 
trying to cross the stream. By a dexterous cast 
of his spoon hook he caught the snake and 
hauled it to shore, where it was killed. The 
reptile carried ten rattles. Veteran fishermen 
declared that the exhibition by Sword was re¬ 
markable.” 
WINDOW IN PRIOR SILKSTEDE'S CHAPEL PRIOR SILKSTEDE’S CHAPEL IN SOUTH TRANSEPT, 
NEAR GRAVE OF IZAAK WALTON. SHOWING THE TOMB OF IZAAK WALTON. 
