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of interest to your many angling readers: 
Rev. Mr. Cook-Yarborough, of England, and 
Earnest Jeffrey, of Sandy Point, spent last week 
, fishing at Fox Island River. They caught 
forty-three salmon, some of them of very large 
size. Mr. Yarborough, who fished two seasons 
at 1 erra Nova, speaks of Fox Island River as 
the best stream by far that he has yet seen in 
(he country. 
Dr. Walker and son, of the United .States, 
also fished the same stream and got all the fish 
they wanted. This river has not been wardened 
for several seasons, and it is said that there are 
evident signs of nets having been used in its 
waters. 
Walter Hayward and Winter, fishing at Pin- 
sent's Falls, secured thirty-eight fine fish. 
Recently at Placentia Mrs. W. F. Butler and 
Mrs. Soper landed several salmon weighing 
five pounds each at One Mile Pool, and also 
some large sea trout. 
At Spruce Brook two sportsmen staying at 
the Log Cabin caught ten salmon weighing 
front 15 to 30 pounds at the Dump Pool, 
Harry's Brook. At South Branch, R. A. Mur¬ 
ray caught two salmon at Big Salmon Brook, 
12 to 27 pounds. Mrs. Burnham landed four at 
the Seven Mile Post from 5 to 12 pounds. 
At South Branch, Mr. Anderson caught two 
11- and 12-pound salmon, and a grilse weighing 
5 pounds, and E. R. Hewitt two salmon, 8 and 
17 pounds respectively. 
At Little River, Dr. Thompson landed a 
salmon weighing 22 pounds. 
Mr. Ordnay, of Maryland, is a guest at Tomp¬ 
kins. On Aug. 4 he landed a 25-pounder, and 
bn the 5th a 26-pounder, the latter one taking 
wo hours before it could be brought to the 
pff- W. J. Carroll. 
Fishing at Catalina Island. 
Avalon, Cal., Sept. 3 .— Editor Forest and 
itream: L. P. Streeter struck a swordfish yes- 
erday morning off the bay, and immediately 
ound himself in trouble. Finally, he stopped 
he fish, which leaped until it had exhausted 
tself, and Charlie Fisher took the launch to it, 
vhile the angler recovered his line, gaffing being 
iccomplished easily. The fight consumed an 
lour, and the fish weighed 113 pounds. 
To-day L. G. Murphy hooked one and started 
n to fight the fish hammer and tongs, but 
ound it would not do, the almost continuous 
eaping of the fish demanding more careful 
landling. Before it finally exhausted itself, the 
O'cat creature had all but stripped the reel of 
ts 300 yards. It weighed 143 pounds. W. F„ 
ones counted the jumps of Murphy’s sword¬ 
fish during the forty minutes it was on the 
! °ok, and totalled fifty-three. 
I he Clemente club house proposition was 
aiked the other night and a number agreed to 
dvance $50 or $100 toward it, among them 
hil, O Mara, Tom Manning, Dr. Vilas, Ben. 
Villiams, J. E. Stearns, R. W. Kenny, E. J. 
’"Ikinhorn, Gifford Pinchot, W. M. Hunt, Jr., 
■ M. Elliott, Burke, Col. Dan M. Burns, A. K. 
•oodwin, B. N. Rotherham, A. C. Erode, W. 
- J ones > L. P. Streeter, Jas. A. Keeney, A. 
C Hooper, others being easy enough to find. 
Jo Benjamin Williams of this city goes the 
dm for the hardest winning fight made over a 
"ia thus far. Although the fish was no record- 
1 e aker, his 125 pounds was in excess of the 
forest and stream. 
average of the twenty taken, and lie seemed to 
be a particularly crabbed individual, giving 
Williams decidedly more than he wanted for 
over eight hours. 
1 lie roll of honor contains the following win¬ 
ners of blue buttons this season: 
Date. 
Aug-. 19. 
Aug. 20. 
Angler. 
A. C. Iirode. 
O. G. Conn. 
Weight, 
Pounds. 
Aug. 22. 
Aug. 22. 
Aug. 23. 
L. (». Murphy. 
E. G. Judah. 
C. G. Conn. 
Aug. 23. 
C. G. Conn. 
Aug. 23. 
C G. Conn. 
Aug. 23. 
Aug. 23. 
Aug. 23. 
Aug. 24. 
Aug. 24. 
Aug. 24. 
A. J. Eddy. 
A. E. Tyler. 
C. C. Bowerman. 
Dr. J. L. Kirkpatrick. 
Dr. Edwin O. Palmer_ 
Wm. M. Hunt, Ir. 
. 110 
. 138.5 
. 112.5 
Aug. 25. 
Aug. 25. 
Aug. 25. 
Aug. 25. 
Aug. 26. 
Aug. 26. 
E. J. Polkinhorn. 
Ross Kirkpatrick . 
C. G. Conn. 
Phil. S. O’Mara. 
C. G. Conn. 
Ben Williams . 
. 114 
Aug. 27. 
Aug. 30. 
Roy E. B. Shaver. 
J. A. Cox. 
Aug. 30. 
C. G. Conn. 
Aug. 30. 
Aug. 30. 
Aug. 30. 
Aug. 30. 
Aug. 30. 
Aug. 30. 
C. A. Thomas. 
G. E. Pillsbury, Tr. 
Thomas McD. Potter... 
W. G. Osborn. 
L. G. Murphv. 
W. E. Jones. 
Aug. 30. 
B. O. Kendall. 
me, 
M. 
15 
05 
15 
30 
25 
10 
09 
30 
0.50 
1.40 
3.30 
1.20 
3.00 
0.35 
4.00 • 
0.16 
8.00 
1.30 
3.30 
Congressman C. G. Conn caught the most 
fish and landed one in the least time; in fact, 
his average is remarkable: One hundred and 
nine pounds, 9 minutes; 120 pounds, 10 minutes; 
128 pounds, 25 minutes; 120 pounds, 35 minutes; 
114 pounds, 16 minutes. 
Edwin L. Hedderly. 
A Day on Mad Creek. 
Denver, Colo., Aug. 29 .—Editor Forest and 
Stream: Frank White, a local newspaper man, 
was invited to the ranch of some friends in 
Costilla county, in the Sangre de Cristo range. 
The Sangre de Cristo is a little stream. White 
went fishing with his friends and followed them 
up stream. While the others passed a little 
pond, which some beavers had dammed, White 
loitered and plopped his minnow in the placid 
water. Suddenly there was a break, a flash and 
White just hung on and called for help. It 
was his first engagement with any sort of a 
fish, but with the able coaching of half a dozen 
experts he finally landed the monster after 
eighteen minutes of exciting work, though it 
seemed like eighteen hours to White. The trout 
weighed 12pounds and measured 29^ inches 
several hours after leaving his beaver pond. It 
was a beautifully marked rainbow. After the 
trout has been mounted it will be placed on ex¬ 
hibition. 
Out about ten miles from Steamboat Springs, 
in Routt county, there is a pretty park of sev¬ 
eral thousand acres through which rushes a busy 
mountain stream full of native trout. Being off 
the beaten path this stream furnishes the best 
kind of sport in a small way. Having a day 
to spare last week, my wife and I secured a 
couple of horses from a nearby ranchman and 
trailed down the steep mountainside into the 
canon, a sheer descent of two miles. It re¬ 
quired an hour of mighty ticklish riding for a 
woman, but it was negotiated in safety by 9 
A. m. The water was clear, cold as ice; many 
pools and riffles abounded. Eight years ago I 
had whipped the same stream, sometimes land¬ 
ing three at a cast. This time, with casts of 
two flies each, we were soon at it. 
My first cast was into a little pool shaded by 
some willows. Splash, and 1 was busy with a 
double catch. Another cast fetched two more, 
and in as many minutes I had landed six little 
natives. My partner called from above to sig¬ 
nal her good luck. And so it went for an 
hour, when we met, and with genuine corn 
pone, thin bacon fried crisply, coffee and divers 
and sundry little fellows done to a sepia brown, 
we had such a breakfast as no millionaire can 
buy anywhere. A brief rest followed, then we 
fished side by side up stream through a narrow 
canon half a mile in length. 
The trout in this stream run from six inches 
to twelve—occasionally one runs across a two- 
pounder — but they number hundreds. Mad 
Creek is off the beaten path and will remain 
so for many years because of difficulty of ac¬ 
cess. That night when two tired anglers rode 
into town their cfeels carried all the law allowed 
for a single day’s sport. Some day next year 
we want to repeat the trip. Dearborn. 
The Tale of a Ouananiche. 
Soo-Nipi Park Lodge, Sept. 11 —Editor Forest 
and Stream: In days gone by there was born 
at the fountain, in Lake Sunapee, New Hamp¬ 
shire, the queen of the waters, a tiny ouan¬ 
aniche. For many moons she grew in beauty 
and strength. All the fish opened their mouths 
in admiration whenever she swept by. 
One day a wooer went forth to woo her. 
Selecting a silvery smelt, he baited his hook and 
lowered it into sixty-five feet of water. The 
hours dragged by. The sun at noon looked 
down and saw not one salmon. The heat of 
the afternoon passed, and as the sun began to 
bow his head, the queen of. the waters left her 
secluded haunts and sallied forth in search of 
conquest. Now, silver has caused the downfall 
or rather the uplift of many members of the 
salmon family. At length, the queen’s lustrous 
eye espied the silvery smelt. She darted forth, 
the pines and birches upon the shores whisper¬ 
ing “beware!” but heedless of their friendly 
warning, she seized the snjelt, and to her aston¬ 
ishment, felt the sharp stinging “uplift” and 
rushed away to free herself from this new at¬ 
tachment, the wooer diplomatically allowing her 
to lead. She made an onward rush for two 
hundred feet, then, with a leap, sprang out of 
the water, only to fall back again in fear and 
anger. 
By this time the decks were cleared for ac¬ 
tion, lines hauled in, the buoy released, the 
boat and fish headed for deep water; the battle 
royal was now on in earnest. Backward and 
forward, up and down, around and around she 
darted; at times sulking, again springing away. 
The fight was hard and swift, the struggle last¬ 
ing forty-five minutes. At length, panting and 
weary, the queen appeared near the surface, 
glorious with the sunset’s hues, and turning on 
her side, displayed the charm of her beauty, 
iridescent in silver, purple and violet. Once 
more she made a final vain effort to release her¬ 
self, and then, exhausted, surrendered to the net. 
Conquered at last, she lay in the boat, having 
yielded her 7^2 pounds’ weight to the 7-ounce 
bamboo rod; the largest fish of the season from 
Lake Sunapee’s waters. The queen is gone! 
Long live the queen! 
George C. Buell. 
