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FOREST AND STREAM 
GROUP OF RODS 
In a batch of reports from sportsmen u)e found that fishermen 
owned from 2 to 75 rods each. How many haoe you ? Why 
not send for the new “Bristol” catalogue today and build up 
your fishing kit? Here are a few favorite rods : 
No. 35. New adjustable telescopic bait casting rod. 8 ft. 
Guides are detachable and interchangeable. $4.50 to $5.50. 
No. 29. Light 5H oz. fly rod, 8 Y% ft. long. Snake guides, I- 
ring tip. Handle with locking reel band. $6.50. 
No. 33. Light bait casting rod, extremely classy. 3 agate cast¬ 
ing guides and agate offset tip. Double grip handle, detachable 
finger hook. 4 to 6 >4 ft. $12.00. 
No. 23. Dress suit case or bag rod, 7 ft. 8 in., joints 17-4 ins. 
long. Very handy. $7.00 to $8.00, according to handle. 
No. 11. Old reliable national choice for trolling, bait and still 
fishing 8 Y% ft. 10 ounces. Joints 32 inches. $4.50 to $6.25. 
Order any one or all of these rods from your dealer, or if 
he hasn’t them and cannot supply you promptly, write us 
I and we will at the above prices. 
Write for Illustrated Catalogue -and full particulars. 
Neu> 1915 “Bristol” art calendar is a full color reproduction 
of an oil painting by Philip R. Goodwin, the noted outdoor- 
sports artist; size / 6Vi x 20 inches. Sent only on receipt of 15c. 
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THE HORTON MFC. CO. 84 Horton Street, Bristol, Conn. 
occasionally glancing toward the east to see if 
there were any signs of the moon. The storm 
had 'by now entirely disappeared from the sky 
and one or two stars had appeared, lighting up 
the lake a trifle but not enough to help much. 
There was not a sound to break the intense 
stillness, except once in a while the screech of 
an owl far back in the woods. 
Not one splash of a fish breaking water did I 
hear, and this discouraged me greatly, for usually 
at this hour splashes were plentiful enough. 
What 'had become of Ed. I did not know, but 
I presumed he had found the fishing poor also 
and had retired to the bank and was waiting for 
the moon too, as that was a regular proceeding 
of ours- Although, he being of a -more patient 
and complacent nature than I, was most likely 
taking an hour’s snooze. 
The silence was getting on my nerves, and I 
was half wishing I had not come out on the lake 
at all, when suddenly I heard some small stones 
rattle on the cliff over my head. I glanced up 
quickly, but in the dim light from the stars I 
could see nothing, 'finally concluding it had been 
only a rock that had dislodged itself and slid a 
short ways, resumed my meditation, when, with¬ 
out any warning, a large rock smashed down at 
my feet, missing my head -by but a 'few inches. 
•I jumped up in alarm, gazing at the rock in 
astonishment, and then once more examined the 
face of the cliff, but as before could make out 
nothing. 
My gaze again returned to the rock, and I 
could hardly believe my senses 'when I saw that 
it was slowly moving toward the edge of the 
water, finally falling in with a loud splash. 
At this I came to life, and stepping to the edge, 
struck a match, holding it close to the surface of 
the water and peered at the bottom. 
What I saw there caused me to sit back and 
laugh heartily at my fears. It was a large turtle. 
But the incident had made me feel more nervous 
than ever and I was glad enough to see the rim 
of the moon appear above the horizon a minute 
later. It rose rapidly, lighting up the water and 
woods as though a curtain had been drawn aside. 
It put new heart into me and I jumped into the 
boat and rowed for a favorite little cove of mine 
on the east shore. Arriving there in ten minutes 
or so I 'found the conditions ideal for fish. A 
but to be sure. I held it taut for an instant and 
felt the unmistakable fish signal, the rod trembled 
a trifle, then I struck and struck hard, all the 
tackle would stand. 
Instantly a small cyclone broke loose. Up into 
the air five feet above the surface he shot flinging 
the water in every direction, the hooks rattling 
like castanets in his jaws as he shook himself to 
The Moon Showed Me This Likely Place. 
faint ripple on the water, and although most of 
the lake shone silvery from the moon’s glow, the 
cove was in deep shadow cast by the tall pines 
along the shore. 
I examined my tackle, found everything tight, 
and began to cast in earnest. 
At the third or fourth cast I felt the line 
tighten very gently as if it had touched bottom, 
throw them out, down again and half way around 
the boat standing on the tip of his tail and churn¬ 
ing the water into a white froth, in the flash of 
an eye. 
I saw there was no use in trying to play such a 
mad creature and reached wildly for the landing 
net, knowing full well that it would be only luck 
if I managed to get him into the boat while the 
