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FOREST AND STREAM 
Sept. 14, 1912 
fait gentle knight,” as the ancient border poets 
would have said. Edward Breck. 
[Mr. Breck’s suggestion is accepted with 
alacrity. Forest and Stream will accept and 
preserve specimens of flies. Such a collection 
should be of great value to the fly tier.— Editor.] 
Salmon Fishing in California. 
Capitola, Cal., Aug. 21.— Editor Forest and 
Stream: During the past week there has been 
a great run of those royal fish, the quinnat sal¬ 
mon, in the waters of Monterey Bay, off Santa 
Cruz and Capitola, and in consequence the local, 
as well as visiting sportsmen, and summer 
visitors, have been enjoying the ‘‘sport of 
kings,” and salmon, the finest of food and game 
fish, have been caught by hundreds on hook and 
line during the past few days. A catch of one 
hundred of these beautiful fish is an ordinary 
one and many of the catches are very much 
greater. 
Yesterday Mr. and Mrs. B. F. Cowell, Mr. 
and Mrs. P. A. Athern and Mr. and Mrs. Peter 
Linn caught fifty-four salmon, Wm. Kirk and 
E. West, 54; A. Googins and party, 127; Geo. 
Ripp and party, 60; H. Uhdin and party, 65; 
Louis Benerino, 54; Wm. Johnson, 83; Samuel 
Scott, 181; James Strang and party, 100; Geo. 
Mitchell and party, 157; C. W. Stewart, 46; R. 
Menzel, 27; L. H. Hill, 17; Joseph Lorenzo, 24; 
Arthur Develin, 60; E. A. Mocked, 17. 
The above are the catches of salmon made 
by a few of the fifty odd boats that were out 
on the bay after salmon yesterday. Many of the 
anglers used very light tackle and took their 
fish on rod and reel. It is very pleasing to watch 
the little fleet of salmon fishing boats as they 
move back and forth over the fishing grounds 
and to hear the shouts of the amateur angler 
which are caused by the excitement of landing 
a large and fighting salmon. 
Many of the salmon caught during the past 
few days weighed thirty pounds and over, and 
many inexperienced anglers were ‘‘cleaned out” 
of their tackle. 
Steelhead trout have begun to appear in the 
waters of the bay off the mouths of the streams 
and no doubt but what within the next ten days 
great sport will be had angling for these gamy 
fish. Walter R. Welch. 
Dry Flies and Dead Bait. 
Annapolis Royal, N. S., Sept. 3 .— Editor 
Forest and Stream: It is delightful to see a 
man champion his favorite thing, be it a dog, a 
virtue or an art, with the enthusiasm displayed 
by my friend, Mr. Gill, my very good and re¬ 
spected friend, I may say, when his cocked ear 
catches the echo of aught against his beloved 
method of angling with the dry-fly. In his last 
letter in Forest and Stream he asks me the fol¬ 
lowing conundrum : “Has Dr. Breck seen many 
Ephcmeridce floating on the surface down stream 
dead, and at the same time with wings ‘cocked’ 
or upright in the air?” 
Probably not in great numbers, Brother Gill, 
and for that very reason the trout were gorging 
themselves on them during nearly every hatch 
of May flies I can remember. For example, this 
spring a friend and myself took occasion to 
watch the trout feed on May flies, and we espe¬ 
cially noticed that the flies that wriggled most 
were most promptly taken. In the midst floated 
our dry-flies, which, except once in a great 
while, no doubt half by mistake, remained im¬ 
mune. 
Now, why was this? Because those artificial 
dry-flies (May flies and others) were practically 
motionless compared with the real May flies, 
which were by no means quiescent, but wriggling 
in a more or less lively manner. In just what 
degree our Northern trout like dead, sunken flies 
cannot be told. Surely, the point seems quite 
clear, and the inference just that non-moving, or 
to all purposes dead, food or bait is neglected 
by the trout I know, the fish preferring some¬ 
thing that appears alive. A proof is that I have 
repeatedly caught trout with a dry-fly used wet 
North Shore Casting Club. 
Chicago, Ill., Sept. 1. — Editor Forest and 
Stream: Saturday, Sept. 21, has been designated 
as the day we entertain all of the city casting 
clubs at our grounds for the finish of the inter¬ 
city casting tournament. The games to be played 
are: Half-ounce accuracy bait and the accuracy 
fly. You are especially asked to participate. 
After the tournament those wishing to do so 
will take dinner at the refectory. Bring your 
ladies with you, as we intend to have a jolly 
evening. 
The usual one dollar a plate will be charged. 
I am especially anxious that you attend, as the 
North Shore Casting Club must win this con¬ 
test. Our one pennant is so lonesome for com¬ 
pany, that we must give it the city pennant for 
an associate. The secretary has a card open to 
inspection at any time, showing just how you 
stand as regards your score. The scores cast 
Aug. 24 follow: 
Distance 
L. T. Fly. 
93 
34-ounce 
Accuracy. 
Vi-oz. 
A 
Dist. 
A 
Dorchester . . 
. 97.5 
128 
113 
Goodwin . 
104 
91 
Adams . 
. 98.5 
123 
102 
1 . w J 
Lambert .. 
. 98.9 
Church . . 
. 97.3 
115 
98 
Keppler . 
. 97.1 
130 
100 
Hess . 
. 97.6 
120 
110 
Hinterleitner ... 
. 99.2 
Paulson . 
. 98.0 
120 
idi 
Ercanbrock .... 
. 97.9 
103 
95 
Forsyth . 
. 98.1 
Hall . 
. 98.1 
iio 
123 
Hall . 
145 
113 
Adams . 
. 99.0 
140 
98 
Paulsor. . 
. 97.9 
140 
119 
105 
105 
C. O. Dorchester, Sec’y-Treas. 
after trying in vain the method of allowing it 
to float down over a rising fish. When I said 
above that the flies preferred by our trout wrig¬ 
gled, I do not exactly mean squirming about, but 
making quite visible motions with wings, feelers 
or legs. That a trout can distinguish this wrig¬ 
gling insect from a quiescent one is clear. 
Come again, Brother Gill, and more power 
to your pen. By the way, if he, or the editor of 
Forest and Stream, or somebody else of au¬ 
thority in angling matters, will receive them, I 
will send him specimens of as many of our local 
spring flies as I can capture next season. Pos¬ 
sibly others will do the same. The flies will be 
tabulated and in a short period of years we shall 
have the nucleus of an American angling ety¬ 
mology. I made this proposition some years ago 
in your journal, and no slightest notice was ever 
taken of it, except very lately by my genial in¬ 
quisitor, Mr. Gill, who I am sure is “a very par- 
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