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FOREST AND STREAM. 
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“Hunting Grounds of the West,’’ Elliott’s “Caro¬ 
lina Sports,” Palliser’s little book on Western 
hunting and others are often sought for. 
These volumes and others like them contain 
a world of vivid interesting description of life 
in the open, as it was from forty to sixty years 
ago, and furnish the most delightful reading. 
On the other hand, because they are scarce, they 
are costly by comparison with the ordinary out¬ 
door book, which has just been published and 
stands in numbers on the shelves of the book 
seller. 
No doubt there are many of our readers who 
possess these old books, and others who would 
be glad to possess them, and we are, therefore, 
making a special place in our advertising 
columns, which may be called a book exchange, 
where those who wish to purchase, sell or ex¬ 
change second hand books may ask for what 
they need, or offer what they have. 
History of the Boone and Crockett Club. 
The Forest and Stream Publishing Company 
has recently issued a little book of much interest 
to big-game hunters and lovers of natural things. 
It deals with the history of the Boone and 
Crockett Club from the time its formation was 
suggested in the year 1887 to the present time. 
Beginning with an account of the purposes of 
the club at its inception, it traces the changes 
which have taken place in the United States 
within the last twenty-five years, and shows how 
the club, originally organized as an association 
of hunting riflemen, has been obliged to change 
its purposes and to devote itself to the preserva¬ 
tion in this country of the game and the forests. 
Among the achievements claimed for the club 
are the carrying on to a successful end the fight 
for the preservation of the Yellowstone National 
Park, the establishment of the present forest re¬ 
serve system of the United States, the founding 
of the New York Zoological Society, the passage 
of a bill by the New York Legislature forbidding 
the hunting of deer with dogs, the enactment of 
a game law for Alaska, the game refuge idea, 
the establishment of the Glacier National Park 
and the establishment of big reserves in Canada. 
Much of the early history of these movements 
has already been forgotten by the general public, 
and it is very satisfactory that many details con¬ 
nected with these matters have now been set 
down in orderly fashion, and so are readily ac¬ 
cessible. 
Explorers’ Club Annual Dinner. 
The seventh annual dinner of the Explorers’ 
Club was held Saturday, Jan. 21, at the Salma¬ 
gundi Club, New York. 
In the absence of Captain Peary, the club’s 
president, Prank M. Chapman, of the American 
Museum of Natural Plistory, presided. The at¬ 
tendance of members and their guests was large. 
Among those present were: W. J. McGee, the 
ethnologist; Dr. H. C. Bumpus, Prof. H. C. 
Parker, Messrs. Brown and Kountz, of Mt. Mc¬ 
Kinley fame; Hon. George Shiras, 3d, Louis 
Agassiz Fuertes, Stansbury Hagar, Dr. Charles 
H. Townsend, director of the Aquarium; Charles 
Sheldon, the Alaska explorer; Mr. Clark, F. 
S. Dellenbaugh, Prof. Crandon and C. F. Ober. 
After the dinner was over, Mr. Shiras spoke 
at length of his work in photographing wild birds 
and animals, and showed a lot of marvelous pic¬ 
tures of deer, moose, elk, raccoons and his fam¬ 
ous albino porcupine. 
Prof. Crandon talked most interestingly of his 
travels through the South Sea Islands, showed a 
multitude of beautiful photographs of places, 
people and the interior of volcanoes, and gave 
on the phonograph a number of native songs. 
Mr. Clark showed many moving pictures of 
African travel, including a number of the safari 
of Colonel Roosevelt. 
Mr. Fuertes, who was introduced as Paul B. 
Du Chaillu, amused his audience by repeating 
the story told long ago by Mr. Du Chaillu of the 
killing of his first gorilla. He also gave a most 
amusing negro dialect story. 
An Early Trip With Bait. 
Concluded from page 100. 
After luncheon it was decided to leave the 
rough East Branch. The bay team was in fine 
fettle; the rain had stopped for a short time, 
and the ride down to the village was pleasant. 
In the Little Sock the Young Angler landed on 
the broad shelving rock from which he was fish¬ 
ing a heavy fifteen-inch trout. It was a beauty, 
very light in all of its coloring, a trout that had 
lived in open sunny water. Just above the bridge 
in Uncle Jim’s water a flat rock lay partly sub¬ 
merged near the middle of the stream. The 
Young Angler pulled his minnow along the fur¬ 
ther side of this rock. At the second cast a 
trout had it and was running away with it so 
fast that the Young Angler had difficulty in 
giving it line. In the midst of the fight Uncle 
Jim appeared. After some light teasing of the 
Young Angler for poaching and duly admiring 
the two big trout, Uncle Jim resumed his fish¬ 
ing with the Young Angler looking on. What a 
bait-fisherman Uncle Jim was! He used no reel, 
but fished with a line a yard longer than his 
rod. The minnow was cast to just the right 
spot and made to spin in a manner that the 
Young Angler was never able to imitate. He 
kept his minnow whirling near the surface, for 
he liked to see the trout strike. He seemed to 
know instinctively in what part of the pool or 
the riffle trout would lie, and he never fright¬ 
ened them by getting too near or missed them 
by not fishing where they were. His fifty years 
of experience had given him such knowledge 
and skill that even the native angler who lived 
among trout streams looked up to him as a 
master of the art of angling for trout with bait. 
That evening Jake, who was as a rule the taci¬ 
turn member of the nightly gathering around the 
big wood stove, grew voluble over his after¬ 
noon’s fishing. He had gone down the main 
stream a mile or more to a pool that was locally 
known as the Peddler’s Hole, and here he had 
made something of a killing. This pool is nar¬ 
row and deep at the upper end where the heavy 
current flows into it along a rocky cliff. Then 
the water quickly broadens out into a wide 
slowly moving mass that gradually grows shal¬ 
lower and moves more and more quickly. Be¬ 
cause of its size, smooth bottom and exposure 
to jthe sun and big eddy, it had always been a 
famous place for trout. Jake, who never hesi¬ 
tated to go into four feet of water, if necessary 
to reach his trout, waded out as far as possible, 
cast his minnow over into the black current 
along the base of the cliff and then followed it 
slowly. Minnows had not been abundant during 
the winter, and when a trout got hold of one, 
it never let go. When Jake felt a tug, he would 
tighten up his line, wait what would seem an in¬ 
terminable period to ordinary mortals, then hook 
his fish and start towing it to shore. All of the 
trout were heavy and strong. Once he got an 
unusually wicked jerk and he could feel the fish 
giving heavy tugs at short intervals like a bull¬ 
dog pulling at a rope. This fish, fighting every 
inch of the way, he led almost the full length of 
the pool before he attempted to beach it. A less 
phlegmatic fisherman than Jake would have given 
voice to some exclamation when he had landed 
this old monarch, but Jake calmly killed and 
cleaned and stowed it in his creel in such a way 
as to show to best advantage its enormous size. 
But after supper, while smoking his pipe, the 
excitement that was bottled up in him began to 
come out, and he related the afternoon’s experi¬ 
ence in a way that made him for once the chief 
speaker of the evening. 
1 o fish the Little Sock and its tributaries was 
the next day’s program. The Young Angler de¬ 
cided to take it easy and enjoy the day in spite 
of the damp and cold. Under a tree that the 
stream had undermined he found two plump 
trout. 1 hen in a rocky pool, while a farmer’s 
boy watched him over the fence, he hooked and 
landed a fifteen-inch trout that made a strong 
fight. In another shallow pool where the stream 
ran through an abandoned mill pond he suc¬ 
ceeded in landing one of the handsomest fish of 
the trip. Late in the afternoon he decided to go 
around Uncle Jim and fish again the pools be¬ 
tween the Bridge and the mouth of the Little 
Sock. While he was on the way down, the 
clouds began to roll away and reveal more and 
more blue sky until finally the sun again burst 
