June i, 1912 
FOREST AND-STREAM 
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dried-egg fare, from a small barrel of them, for 
over a couple of months—in principally 
scrambled eggs—but the daily need of a com¬ 
bination fruit fare with them is indeed im¬ 
perative! 
Dried strawberries have been on the mar¬ 
ket the past five years or so, and are the highest 
priced of all the dried fruits. They are difficult 
to produce satisfactorily. Campers can now 
have—with the dried and evaporated creams— 
the luxury of strawberries and cream any time, 
even if midwintering in Alaska, or summering 
on the banks of the historic Tigris and Eufratcs 
rivers west of Bagdad. But never expect the 
same fresh flavor of fresh strawberries and 
cream! These preserved provisions—whether 
dried or canned—have lost their natural fresh 
flavor for all time. Who cannot tell the dif¬ 
ference between a pie made of fresh peaches 
and one made of the dried article, with their 
peculiar, slightly “leathery” feel in the mouth? 
Strawberries, be it known, are slightly remedial 
of rheumatic troubles, as they contain a trace of 
salycilic aci 1. 
It should be noted that the dried cream and 
milk—take care not to have dried skimmed 
milk palmed off on you!—and the dried eggs 
are useful to stop over-looseness of the bowels, 
while dried apricots are useful in fevers and 
anti-scorbutic. 
Compressed package fruits—like seedless 
raisins, pitless prunes, stoneless dates, com¬ 
pacted figs—it is well to include in every camp¬ 
ing outfit. For three reasons: They are useful 
variants; are sustaining foods (a handful of figs 
and a hunk of bread will afford a fair lunch), 
and are all slightly aperient—keep one “just 
right.” Isn’t that better than carrying along 
cathartics or drugs of the “nastioria” type? 
Don’t occupy space with uninteresting pills or 
dried castor oil powder (an innovation of the 
last few years), but take along things which 
are both foods and “keep righters.” 
Salt, pepper and spices offer variety to the 
meal, while pickles and chow chow add greatly to 
a meal of fresh fish or game killed en route. 
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Readers should have the note of warning 
sounded to them regarding some so-thought 
foods which are more stimulants than are foods. 
Ex gratia, the much-vaunted beef extracts. 
Their originator, Liebig, himself many years 
ago sounded the warning note against re¬ 
garding them as other than stimulants and tonic 
pick-ups. Excellent for enriching soups, yet an 
ounce of the extract has less muscle-building 
property than that hunk of bread you eat with 
the soup. 
Package gelatins for making jelly are much 
in evidence. These are a delicacy, like mush¬ 
rooms, and are lacking in nutrition. 
Alcoholic drinks—even the best cognac— 
are not worth carrying. “Useful in case of ill¬ 
ness,” you may say. But, usually, when the 
illness comes, it is discovered the drinks went 
for “night caps” long ago; or that Pop Red- 
nose, the guzzler of the party, had not been 
able to resist his city-acquired habit. 
***** 
The sugar allowance should always be 
liberal all round, because sugar is both a food, 
an energizer, and “warming” in cold spells or 
regions. All listings of sugar among provisions 
{Continued on page 710 .) 
Trouting in Green River, N. C. 
BY ERNEST L. EWBANK. 
1 HE fishing season is now open, I suppose, 
pretty much all over the country, and many ang¬ 
lers in many State are getting ready no doubt 
for their annual outing in the woods to catch 
the speckled beauties of the clear mountain and 
woodland streams. 
No doubt many, very many, of these anglers 
can cast a fly better than the writer of this letter. 
But it is not all in casting the fly. One great 
prerequisite to killing or catching trout is that 
the angler must not show himself. Nor is this 
all. One not knowing how quick trout are to 
‘ locate the angler” will very often approach a 
beautiful bit of trout water—a pool or either 
good stretch of live water with the sun shining 
directly from behind him, thus throwing his 
shadow across the water, and the lower the sun 
the longer his, the angler's, shadow in the after¬ 
noon or morning. He has hot shown himself 
to the fish, but has done just as bad. This 
shadow has suddenly moved across the water 
and immediately the fish are in hiding of course. 
And why has he done this? Is it because he has 
been advised only to fish upstream, or only down 
stream? Or is it simply he did not know? In 
any case, the fish knew he was there, and that is, 
or was, enough. An observant angler will learn 
the streams e fishes, and learning them will 
learn, too, the general character of trout streams 
and the kinds of water the trout like best at 
certain times. And he will be guided by the day, 
the time of da}-, and other attendant circum¬ 
stances as to whether he will fish up stream or 
down stream and how. 
Recently I went to Green River, as I did on 
April 15, and again a very dull cloudy day, and 
the wind shifted to the east. I have found, as 
have other anglers, that Green River rainbow 
trout object to being taken on an easterly wind. 
But this wind was not all day and so I took 
several nice trout “between winds.” Walking 
down to the power plant I fished the pool there 
with no results, as a bait fisherman had been 
just before me and left his long cane rod set 
well out and in the way. So T went on down 
stream and caught several trout eight to nine 
inches long, but it looked so much like rain and 
the cool breeze blowing over me was anything 
but comfortable, as I do not wear waders; sim¬ 
ply an old hunting coat with breeches to match 
and hob-nailed shoes. I wear leggings and take 
the wetting. 
I left the river thinking I might as well go 
home on the mid-day train, but when I reached 
the cotton mill the clouds did not look so threat¬ 
ening, so I decided to walk myself warm by 
going to the head of the deadwater of the dam, 
some two and a half miles. This I did and began 
fishing up stream. At a point a half mile from 
where I began there is a large boulder in mid¬ 
stream and on my side of the stream a rushing 
torrent of water caused by this large boulder; 
then midway a submerged sandbar, then just a 
little pool. I call it a pocket. Below the boulder the 
water spreads out, but I seldom find fish below it. 
Going with much care across this swift run 
(it was necessary really, else a fall would fol¬ 
low), I got near enough to gently drop my flies 
at the furthest corner of the pocket and let them 
float down. A rainbow stopped them before they 
had gone two feet, and then we fought it out. 
Back and forth, up and down that little pool he 
went till at last I dipped my net under him and 
soon he was in my creel. 
I measured him with my usual hand measure; 
fourteen and one-half inches. This was i p. m., 
and at 7 p. m. he measured with yard stick just 
fourteen inches exactly. With a change of wind 
to the east I did little more, and I walked back 
to the power plant, another good three miles. 
In the swift water below the plant I soon 
hooked and lost with the fly a fish of about nine 
to ten inches. Just there is a little run of water 
of great strength. I could not have walked 
through it but for a heavy iron pipe that was 
lodged across it, and as I was anxious for a cast 
on the pool under the mountain, I got in above 
the iron pipe, and holding to that got over safely. 
Then I stalked the run up under the mountain 
to just where it breaks around the rpcks; always 
nice trout there. Keeping well back out of sight 
(the sun could throw no shadow of m ne on the 
pool), I cast my fly just a few feet beyond the 
rocks and let it float down, keeping in the slack 
with my left hand, and what a beauty shot out 
from those rocks! I struck promptly, and we 
made close connection. Then the fight was on. 
Twice I got my net under him and he was away 
again, but the third time I dipped him up. 
Killing him, as I always dp with knife, before 
taking him from the net, I looked for the fly. It 
was out of his mouth. By my usual measure I 
made him sixteen and one-half to seventeen 
inches. He afterward measured seventeen inches 
with yard stick. The east wind again being 
rather cold, I left the stream for the railroad 
depot and home. I did not like to stop at the 
time of day the largest trout usually rise there, 
but I cast and cast to no purpose, and so having 
been quite wet from 9 a. m. to 6 p. m. and no 
sun, was a bit trying. So I had to give it up. 
My two largest trout were quite enough for 
breakfast for four of us, and the smaller ones 
I gave to one very glad to receive them. Yes, 
the first lesson in catching trout is, don’t show 
yourself either in shadow or substance. There 
are many other lessons in the school of experi¬ 
ence in trout fishing. 
North Shore Casting Club. 
Chicago, Ill., May 20 . —Editor Forest and 
Stream: Considering the weather conditions 
which prevailed last Saturday, the subjoined 
scores are very good. 
I am notified by the national secretary: 
“The tournament held under the auspices of the 
N. A. S. A. C. has been assigned to the Angler’s 
Pool, Washington Park. The dates are Aug. 
15. 16 and 17.” 
A hearty welcome to all members has been 
extended by the secretary, and these dates do 
