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FOREST AND STREAM. 
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was on just before the celestial beacon lights 
are set for the night watches. 
De had cast across the current and was strip¬ 
ping his line, making loops of about four feet 
and holding them between his fingers, when there 
came a subtle little electric tug. The wrists 
were turned outward, setting the barb and mak¬ 
ing the line taut. The rod bent gracefully. The 
rush was so heavy that some of the loops were 
paid out. The surface of the water wrinkled 
and a sheen of olive and silver with an upturned 
crescent of scarlet near its top shot out and up 
a foot or two above. Splashing back, it swept 
a quarter circle with about forty feet of line 
as a radius, reversed and swept another half 
circle, again the acrobatic leap. Up stream and 
down, out and under, with that fascinating 
Graygown and me.” Richards had plenty for 
the good wife and four chicks. De had enough 
for the folks and the grandma. While it is no 
river for tonnage, the Judge’s decision was 
founded on fact: there were small-mouths in 
the golden river and the day’s memories are 
finer than the day dreams. 
In the twilight the anglers heard the bell of 
the lead cow tinkle as she wandered homeward, 
and in the gathering gloom they strolled toward 
the lights in the cozy cottage. 
L. E. DeGarmo. 
Australian Trout. 
Sydney, Australia, March 20 .— Editor Forest 
and Stream: Inclosed find a cutting out of the 
to draw across the weeds, but even then it beat 
me time after time and got out again. I got it 
to net at last, however, after a splendid fight.’ ” 
H. J. Solomon. 
Camping. 
I."—THE NOVICE. 
Fifty years’ experience in camping leads me 
to believe that I have enjoyed its charms and 
learned to avoid its hardships. The story of 
my trips may be of benefit to those who enter 
the practice at any stage of its course from 
ignorance to knowledge of the necessities for 
comfort. 
As a busy lawyer taking only two months in 
the summer in the woods, those who wish to 
THE ANGLERS’ CLUES NEW CASTING PLATFORM IN CENTRAL PARK, WHERE THE TOURNAMENT IS BEING HELD THIS WEEK (MAY II-I 3 ). 
quiver coming up the line and down the rod 
into De’s elbow. Now moving slow enough for 
its lines of beauty to be seen just below the sur¬ 
face, then darting by, leaving just a softened 
gleam of silver. Seven minutes of electric thrill¬ 
ing time slipped by. Ah! how much an angler 
feels and sees sometimes in seven minutes! The 
setting ideal stream, shore line, light effects, all 
in the softening charm of nearing twilight, and 
the action dynamic. When that fourteen-inch 
bass lay on a bit of bluegrass with its border 
of dullish white pebbles, and all the colors of 
the creature and its environment came out under 
the developing light of that autumn evening, it 
formed a picture that is the rare pleasure of but 
few to enjoy. The fly, a Jock Scott, tied on No. 
4 hook. 
“Wed, said Prexy, “there are some for friend 
So-and-So, some for mother, and two for Lady 
paper in reference to some trout fishing here 
which will probably interest you. What is writ¬ 
ten is a fact, as the angler is well known. 
“B. G. Kelly, of Gingerra, writes to Mick 
Simmons: ‘I have had splendid sport among the 
trout these last two weeks, and have landed one 
9 T -2-pound, one 6pUpound, one 6-pound and sev¬ 
eral from two to four pounds in weight. I had 
a great time in landing the two larger fish, but 
even a 3-pounder up here is remarkably strong 
and able to put up a good fight. The 9Id-pounder 
was hooked in rather a peculiar manner. I cast 
out into a clear hole as far as I could over about 
eight feet of weeds, and brought my line in, 
working the fly ready for another cast, and just 
as I went to lift the remainder of the line to 
cast, I saw this monster turn over and take the 
fly—the strike was a beauty. It was about fifteen 
minutes before I had it quiet enough to attempt 
enjoy similar experiences, and do not expect to 
endure the hardships of winter weather or the 
wilds, may find valuable suggestions, especially 
those who wish to enjoy themselves and avoid 
hardships and dangerous exposure. I shall en¬ 
deavor to progress in the details as they actually 
occurred, from the novice to the captain of an 
expert camping party. 
We commenced as boys under sixteen, built 
our boat, made our tent out of heavy sheeting 
and started from Chicago on a flatcar of a 
freight train, dumping our outfit at the crossing 
of the Calumet River, where the train stopped 
for water. Our boat was taken to the river, 
and although we had caulked it with cotton, 
it filled with water. 
We pitched our tent and prepared for the 
usual sleepless first night in camp. About mid¬ 
night some men walking on the railroad stop- 
