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FOREST AND STREAM 
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J / 2 ? T T has the widest 
— I range of wigg- 
ling movement 
ever put into a bait— 
and no crooked body or 
freak projections to spoil the 
aim and cause tiresome and ex¬ 
cessive water resistance when reeling 
s in- Every one is a sure wiggler—casts 
\ like a bullet and comes in free of 
' weeds and snags. The patent 
n n protecting collar and tipped- 
\ down angle of travel make 
FishS,ur<? 
Sria^less 
pull safely 
through 
we e d s and 
snags with¬ 
out interfer¬ 
ed J l ing with hooking 
i '/ qualities. The 
I • weed can’t get the hooks 
^ y — andthefishcan tmlss ’em. 
I And Oh, how it wiggles! 
r Made in popular red-and-white, 
imitation crab and other colors of Hed- 
don’s non-cracking porcelain enamel. 
Retails at 90c each—four for $3.00. 
Write for the Heddon Art Book of 
Dowagiac Rods, Reels and Minnows. 
James Heddon’s Sons 
Box 17 Dowagiac, Mich. 
LOUIS RHEADS N6W BASS PLUG 
THEWAGA-WAGA” 
NATURAL SIZE 
Carved Wood Propeller, Price $1.00 
Steel Blade Propeller, “ 75c. 
Painted Red, Green, Blue and White. 
Head and tail hooks put on to suit. Tail wags from side to side 
Baits sent on receipt of price ; if not satisfactory, and returnei 
as sent, money will be promptly refunded. 
Address LOUIS RHEAD, 217 Ocean Avenue, Brooklyn, N. Y. 
SOME PEOPLE 
Oriental Wiggler $1.00 
Those who use Al. Foss Pork Rind 
Minnows, simply lack the will power to 
change lures, but spend the time fishing, 
that they formerly consumed in trying to 
find one that they could catch fish with. 
The Oriental and Little Egypt Wigglers 
for Bait-casting and trolling, the Skidder 
for shallow and weedy water. 
We put up specially for these lures, Pork 
grease, and the genuine bear our label. 
We would prefer to sell you through our 
$3.00 for full set of samples and one extra 
Made by AL. FOSS 
1726 to 1736 Columbus Road 
CLEVELAND, OHIO 
are still ploughing with a crooked 
stick, others continue to fish with 
wooden plugs, covered with GANG 
HOOKS, while the “live ones” are 
fishing with Al. Foss Pork Rind 
Minnows. 
Now, Mr. Fisherman, does not 
common sense tell you that if you 
are continually changing from one 
lure to another, that there is a 
screw loose somewhere, and you 
have not found the right one yet? 
Little Egypt Wiggler 75c. 
Rind Strips, that are thin and flexible, free from 
dealer, BUT if he is “asleep at the switch” send 
jar Pork Rind Strips. 
Skidder 75c. 
its waters. But evolution is throwing 
around them a mantle of protection, and 
they are becoming keenly sensitive to 
the danger that lurks in the bold and ob¬ 
trusive coloring of the ordinary artificial 
lure. There is no true sport in which the 
element of chance between the pursuer 
and pursued is not fairly even. This 
river is persistently bait fished, and it 
is merely a question of time when the 
fish will be decimated by this unsports¬ 
manlike procedure, over which the effort 
of evolution in their defence has no con¬ 
trol. 
T HE river has whispered to me its 
story, and if I have interpreted it 
aright, the remarks I have made in 
this article are correct. If fate is pro¬ 
pitious, we will journey down it together, 
and there will be ample scope for an in¬ 
terchange of our opinions and ideas. The 
catching of fish will contribute to only a 
portion of our pleasure. Inside the 
charmed circle of Angler’s Land—with¬ 
out whose borders black Care and the 
avenging Furies forever pitch their tents, 
but never enter—there is a world of 
beauty. The rhythmic cadence of the 
classical pastoral poetry of Merrie Eng¬ 
land dwells in the heart of its dawns, its 
eves and cloudless days. 
If we possess an admiration and love 
for the beauties of nature, it will so in¬ 
fluence us that the cares and sorrows of 
life will fade like the phantoms of un¬ 
pleasant dreams,—for in this land of for¬ 
getfulness, Hope with her radiant arch 
spans all its green hills, and its flowers. 
THE CHARM OF THE ESOPUS 
(continued FROM PAGE 200) 
the roadside gypsy fashion, and envied by 
the occupants of other cars that shot by, we 
supped on bacon and eggs and coffee, with 
fruit and cake for dessert. Packed up and 
on our way again, the time went swiftly, 
and it was almost with a shock of surprise 
that we reached Kingston, where we called 
mein host at Phoenicia, to tell him that we 
might get in late, and to be sure and keep 
the door open for us. This little fore¬ 
thought was prompted by experiences at 
coming to country hotels “after closing 
hour”. 
K INGSTON was as far as any of us 
had gone In a car, and we looked 
upon the next twenty miles with 
some foreboding. But our anxiety was un¬ 
necessary. We found the road with no 
trouble at all, and it was a good one. It 
was now deserted; almost every house we 
passed was dark from door step to peak 
of roof. The countryside was asleep. So 
we shot along, guided by the white fences 
which seemed put there just to guide such 
nocturnal journeyers as we. Despite the 
approach of Tune the air was cold and 
almost frosty, so it was with a sigh of 
relief that we finally slid up to the door of 
our hotel in Phoenicia. 
As I dressed I wondered if I had given 
the doctor a “bad tip,” if we should get 
enough sport with the trout to make the 
trip worth while. 
We met at breakfast, dressed for busi¬ 
ness in flannel, khaki, and waders, and I 
suggested (influenced by the trip of the 
year before) that we put in a number of 
