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A.H.Johns and his prize fish—here they are! 
One 9 lb., the other H lb., caught on a No. 
1 5 small guide bait rod ,62 ft.long,24" joints, 
weight 81 oz., cork grip handle, $5.50. 
The Prize Winning Rods 
make the biggest 
catches of prize fish be¬ 
cause they have the 
biggest sale. In the 
number sold and in the 
high esteem in which 
they are held by thou¬ 
sands of expert fisher¬ 
men, they overshadow 
all other rods. 38 dif¬ 
ferent styles, $3.50 to 
$25.00. Of your sport¬ 
ing goods dealer or by 
mail at catalog prices. 
ILLUSTRATED 
CATALOGUE FREE 
The HORTON MFG.CO. 
84 Horton St., Bristol,Conn. 
Casting Made Easy— 
“ That’s what this reel does—it makes casting 
easy tor the beginner and easier for the Veteran Angler. 
The South Bend Anti-Back-Lash Reel 
This reel eliminates the back-lash and reduces casting: 
to a simple operation of handling: the rod. It enables the 
beginner to learn to cast with credible accuracy in a few 
moments'practice. On the other hand, seasoned Anglers use it on 
account of its free-running, ease of operation and good-wearing 
qualities. The reel is a two-in-one proposition, permitting of using 
it with or without the Anti-Back-Lash device. In addition 
to this, experienced casters find the Anti-Back-Lash feature an 
advantage when fishing at night. The beginner should by all 
means try the Anti-Back-Lash Reel first; 
experienced Anglers should also give it 
a trial and learn its advantages. 
If you have not read “The Days of 
Real Sport,” send for your copy at 
once. It is a most interesting book. 
SOUTH BEND BAIT COMPANY 
10268 W. Colfax Ave., SOUTH BEND, 1ND. 
Ideal Lead 
Strength 
Invisibility 
The Joe Welsh leader (Telarana Nova) is colorless 
as water and has no knots. There’s a size for every 
fish, fresh or salt water. Guaranteed breaking 
strengths, 4 to 30 pounds. Test them out. One 
leader landed 1,600 pounds of fish! Many last an en¬ 
tire season. No longer any need for losing big fish 
or expensive lures. Send this ad and 25 cents for 
3-foot sample. Six and 9-foot lengths, 50 and 75 
cents. Accept no substitutes. 
If'IF WF 1 Ql-I Sole Agent U. S. and Canada 
VYC.L.O n PASADENA, CALIF. 
Limberjoints 
r ETase up that stiff gun of yours with 3-in-One! 
^Puts smooth-as-velvet action into hammer, 
trigger, break-joint, magazine^ Prevents 
rust, leading, pitting. 
3-in-One Oil 
^ gives long life to guns. Good sportsmen 
2 it. You try it! All stores in 10c, 25c, 
L 50c bottles, and self-sealing Handy 
. Oil Cans, 25c. Avoid substitutes. 
L FREE-Sample and Use Dictionary. 
B-On. Oil Co. 112 New St.,N.Yt 
This is the Campfire that all lovers of the out-of-doors are invited to “set in at,” and pass 
along the good things that come their way. As you look around has it ever occurred to you 
that the men worth while were always ready to help their brothers? This is particularly 
characteristic of sportsmen. 
FOREST AND STREAM each month will award a prize of any five-dollar article 
advertised in its columns to sportsmen telling the best story or contributing the most useful 
advice on fishing, hunting or camping subjects. 
To the second best will be given a copy of Nessmuk’s great book, Woodcraft. 
THE GALLUSES OF THE GUIDE. 
By Old Camper. 
OU have beyond doubt, dear reader, gazed 
upon hundreds of pictures illustrative of 
camp life and scenes. In most of these 
reminders of happy days in the wilds the faith¬ 
ful guide occupied the center of the stage. 
The reason for this is not difficult of explana¬ 
tion. The guide generally had real work to do 
and could not bother himself about picture tak¬ 
ing. He did not object to being made the photo¬ 
graphic snapshot target, nor did he bother his 
head much about results, unless the ambitious 
and appreciative amateur mailed him a few 
prints later on. Then the remarks of the victim 
sometimes assumed a lurid hue. 
But what we started to call attention to is 
what you yourself may have noted in looking at 
such pictures—something that differentiated the 
guide in any group of his employers or charges. 
He wore suspenders, or in the vernacular “gal¬ 
luses,” whereas the city woodsmen appeared in 
the full panoply of buckled belt and girded loin, 
with a comprehensive arsenal of hunting knives, 
camp hatchets, tin cups and a few other indis- 
pensables, dangling therefrom. 
Now, we are not criticizing the belt as an 
adornment or essential feature of the human 
form. As long as civilization or climate makes 
us wear clothes it follows that we have to use 
something to hold them on. But why is it that 
a man who by sad experience has found sus¬ 
penders the only comfortable or safe way to 
control or to keep within proper boundary limits 
what the mid-Victorian novelists were wont to 
allude to as “unmentionables,” will insist, as 
soon as he heads for the woods, in discarding 
these tried and faithful attachments to his habili¬ 
ments, substituting therefor a belt, which, nine 
times out of ten, does not accommodate itself 
to the eccentricities of his architecture, and does 
hurt him? 
Perhaps he reasons that he must have some¬ 
thing whereon to hang the assortment of knives, 
etc., already alluded to, and which the enticing 
sporting goods literature tells us are a matter of 
life or death to him who ventures around the 
woodland lot corner—knives that should come 
within the prohibition of the deadly weapon law, 
and almost do, every time the unfortunate wearer 
sits down on the point of one—tin cups that 
come unhooked and are lost, after having made 
enough noise to scare all the game out of the 
country—revolvers that are even more useless, 
and far more dangerous—and the whole list of 
paraphernalia down to the patent emergency ra¬ 
tion flopping alongside, welcomed and beloved 
by ants and flies. 
That may be the motive that lures the victim 
into the belt habit, but in most instances folly 
overtakes him because of his vanity. He has 
gazed in fond admiration at pictures of dashing 
riders of the plains, engirdled of hardware, belt¬ 
dangling; the red cincture of the devil-may- 
care French-Canadian voyageur to him is the 
acme of all the poetry of the wild. 
So he fares forth, not realizing that the cow¬ 
boy’s belt has no connection with “pants,” that 
the cincture of Jean Bateese is but an ornament 
to catch the eye of feminine fancy when ap¬ 
proaching town, for Marie and Denise and Del- 
phine do dearly love them. 
If he only stopped to think, he might recall 
that the belt in the picture encircles a lithe form, 
trained and conditioned to the moment, and not 
afflicted with what the French delicately allude 
to as “em-bong-pong,” but which Squire Western, 
in Tom Jones, calls by a shorter and more nearly 
descriptive English name. 
Where does the guide come in? you may ask. 
Only as a living illustration of these truths. How 
he arrived at them is immaterial. He knows. 
Therefore he hangs to “galluses,” or rather they 
hang to him. The guide’s favorite, we are in¬ 
clined to believe, from having followed closely 
behind many of these gentlemen in various wil- 
