May 28, 1910.] 
FOREST AND STREAM. 
859 
A Day with the Rainbows. 
Hendersonville, N. C, May 8. —Editor Eorest 
and Stream: In our trips for trout we anglers 
have varied luck or experiences from time to 
time. Here is mine for one day recently: 
On Friday morning, the 29th of April, I went 
down the railway seven miles to 1 uxedo to at¬ 
tend to some business, and as this business would 
only require a short time, I took with me my 
split bamboo fly-rod and outfit and a small 
satchel with dry clothes, an extra fly reel and 
line, shoes, etc. Now, the business being upper¬ 
most in my mind, I actually got off the train 
minus my satchel, which I only missed after a 
walk of half a mile. Then I hurried to the 
telephone at the village and asked that a wiie 
be sent to the conductor to get my satchel and 
return on No. 13, so I could change my wet 
clothes. 
Now, No. 13 is due at Tuxedo at 7:50 p. m. 
Having done this I attended to my business and 
was ready for the water. Just then a young man 
I knew very well told me he too was going to 
try the rainbow trout. He would go up Green 
River and fish down and meet me. So I tramped 
up to a point above the deadwater of the power 
plant’s dam about two miles and began. 
About mid-day I met the young man. He had 
one trout and had fished faithfully and I had 
only half a dozen, but my experience with the 
rainbow trout told me that little can be expected 
of them during the bright part of the day. After 
a few moments devoted to a light lunch we fished 
down stream in the deadwater with little 
sport. 
A little before four we left the wajer and took 
the trail for the power plant, as I felt sure of 
good results in the pools and rapids below it. 
This was a walk of about two and a half miles. 
My young friend then began to whip the large 
pool just below, while I went down stream a 
little distance. An hour later I returned with 
two more trout and found him sitting on the 
little piazza, taking a rest, having caught no 
trout but the one of the morning. About a 
hundred feet below this little piazza in the deep 
swift water I soon rose and hooked a twelve- 
inch trout, and in a few minutes it was in my 
creel. Then casting by slow degrees a little 
further up stream, I soon had another as big. 
My young friend became interested and won¬ 
dered at this, as he had but a little while before 
fished this same water. Then I stepped over to 
the big pool and began to cast carefully. I had 
a rise on the further side, but left him to think 
it over, while I tried below, and after a few 
casts, letting out to about forty feet, I had a 
vicious rise and hooked my fish. Away he went, 
hut not ten feet before a larger one took the 
tail fly. The first had been, as I thought, fast 
on the middle dropper. The little rod worked 
like a pump handle for a short time, but the 
larger trout sounded just as his mate sprang 
high from the water, thus getting a taut line and 
broke away, but I killed the larger of the two. 
T then told my friend he was losing the best 
part of the day, to try again, and I gave* up the 
pool to him, saying I thought I could get an¬ 
other big fellow a little further down, and this 
I did fifteen minutes later. 
On reaching the station T asked the agent to 
try and get a report on No. 13 as soon as he 
could, and for the privilege meanwhile of start¬ 
ing a little fire in his office to dry myself by till 
train time. 
Just about train time he received a message 
stating that the train was three hours late. 
Through.the kindness of a young merchant near 
by I was enabled to get some hot coffee and 
biscuits, fried eggs, ‘etc., so I was all right for 
a time. Then came the news in a second mes- 
A CHILCOTIN INDIAN CATCHING A SALMON IN THE 
CHILCOTIN RIVER IN BRITISH COLUMBIA. ^ 
From photographs by John P. Babcock. 
On the banks of some of the braser and other North- 
west Coast rivers, the Indians from time immemorial 
have caught the salmon in large dip-nets, which are 
slowly swept through the water with the current. 1 he 
salmon, pushing his way up stream against the current, 
meets and runs into this net, which is spread on a great 
hoop, and is kept open by a little line running along the 
handle and held by the man who is manipulating the net. 
When the fisherman feels the salmon strike the net he 
drops this line, the rings on the hoop run together, and 
the fish is caught* in a huge purse-net and lifted up on the 
rocks or platform. 
sage that No. 13 was four hours and fifteen 
minutes late; a wreck down the road. It was 
the train (No. 14) that I went down on that 
had turned over. 
But No. 13 made up about twenty-five minutes 
and I was aboard and on my way home a little 
before midnight. Ernest L. Ewiiank. 
Adirondack Fishing. 
Little Falls, N. Y., May 14.— Editor Forest 
and Stream: The fly-fishing began rather early 
and was good on the West Canada by May 9. 
Mosquitoes bit in April and black flies were a 
nuisance on warm days on mountain tops the 
first week of May. When flies bite, fish bite, 
fishermen say. 
Fish came to grizzly kings, yellow sallies and 
cowdungs with smart striking. Robert Lamb, of 
Hinckley, caught one trout that weighed a pound 
and a half on a grizzly king, the largest trout I 
heard of so far. It was caught in the creek 
forks in deep water. The best early fishing is 
in deep water and commonly bait is best, worms 
and cut up shiners; but flies are best soon after 
the fishing begins, except for the largest fish. 
Log driving changes the creek holes so that 
one is often at loss in his search for the lying 
places. Some holes are discovered where least 
expected, and the man who wades in cold water 
drops in two feet too deep oftener than is pleas¬ 
ant. Good messes were reported by the 10th 
of May. This means from six to ten pounds of 
trout. Both bait and flies were used, generally 
bait. 
A good many heart aches have been caused by 
the attempt to enforce the law against fishing on 
Sunday. The towns of Salisbury and Stratford 
were hardest hit. It seems that there were some 
rows among the brethren up that way, and in 
order to divert attention from internal diffi¬ 
culties, they decided to make war upon the 
heathen with the result that Sunday fishermen 
were raided with grand success. Something like 
a score were caught and the special law-en¬ 
forcers herded about 200 fishermen out of the 
streams. The fishermen declare that the enforc¬ 
ing of the law is partly due to the desire to 
bring the heathen into church. 
The effort has alarmed all this side of the 
mountains, and papers are printing alarmist re¬ 
ports on the subject. Probably 90 per cent, of 
the fishing in this region is done on Sunday and 
certainly most of the around home fishing is on 
this day. It is practically impossible for the 
workers to go at any other time, and the shutting 
off of Sunday fishing would knock out the sport 
of hundreds. 
Will Light and George Windheim had an ad¬ 
venture up West Canada Creek the 7th of May. 
For many years Windheim, who is a LItica man, 
and Light, who is an old Bisby gu de, had been 
planning a trip down the West Canada in a 
boat. Accordingly, they went to Noblesborough 
in a wagon and went afloat. They fished down 
to Wilmurt and carefully worked around the 
falls and dam there. At the head of Mad Tom’s 
gorge they started to land, and as they neared 
the bank an oar lock broke. Windheim man¬ 
aged to make the bank, but Light, trying to 
save the boat, was swept in it into the gorge by 
the swift water. 
The gorge is half a mile long. Even log 
drivers go around it and haul tlie’-r batteaux 
around it, while the logs whirl end over end and 
suck down into sundry inviting whirlpools. Mad 
Tom, whence the place has its name, pitched his 
wife into the torrent and followed with insane 
exuberance, according to tradition. Light’s life 
was not worth betting on when his skiff whirled 
out into the current and down into the gorge, 
but luck was with him. His boat was shot to 
