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FOREST AND STREAM 
SEPTEMBER, 1917 
You Can Pack 
the 
STOPPLE 
KOOK-KIT 
in Your Coat Pocket 
Here’s the last word in lightness and 
compactness for you “go-light” cranks! 
A complete cooking outfit no bigger than your kodak! 
Yes, really, you can slip it into your side coat pocket and 
clean forget about it until “hungry-time” comes along. 
Then out she comes—and in five seconds you are ready 
to cook whatever good fortune, aided by rod or gun (or 
your pardner’s grub bag) brings to pot. 
THE STOPPLE 
KOOK-KIT 
consists of a folder broiler rack 
with legs which thrust into the 
ground ; a pair of frying pans with 
detachable handles (pars fit to¬ 
gether and form an airtight roast- 
.°. r baking vessel) ; a kettle for boiling and stewing and two 
drinking cups with detachable handles. All of these utensils fold 
and nest together so that they fit inside of the kettle and still leave 
room enough inside to carry knives, forks, spoons, salt, pepper, 
coffee, tea and sugar. Made in the vety best manner of high-grade 
material and weighs altogether only 31 ounces, less than two 
pounds. Is it any wonder that sportsmen everywhere are enthusi¬ 
astic about the STOPPLE KIT? 
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FOREST AND STREAM 
9 EAST 40th ST. 
NEW YORK CITY 
TUNA FISHING OFF 
BLOCK ISLAND 
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the mop is kept busy when the luck is good 
good for the fisherman—the bottom of 
the boat quickly becomes suggestive of a 
slaughter house. They have dark colored 
meat and an amount of blood surprising 
to a person familiar with only the game- 
fish of fresh water whose blood is seldom 
seen save when their gills are cut or torn. 
This stranger in these parts however bleeds 
from the gaff-wound, and often from the 
hook-wound in his mouth. When prepared 
for cooking, cut into steaks usually, the 
flesh is dark red from the unusual blood 
supply. This must be soaked or par-boiled 
in several changes of water before the meat 
is palatable—which probably accounts for 
the low estimation in which it is held as 
food. 
The price for albicore obtained by the 
native fisherman on Block Island is but one 
cent a pound. He scorns to eat the fish 
himself, and so do his family and friends. 
Nevertheless, when prepared as described, 
this fish is acceptable on the table and will 
doubtless be highly relished by some per¬ 
sons. Fashion or custom probably enter 
as a factor into the low esteem in which it 
is held as food. Swordfish is popular in 
Boston but is little in demand in New York 
City. Brown eggs are preferred in Boston 
while in New York City white eggs bring 
a higher price. Again, it is not easy to 
popularize the tilefish as an article of food, 
although its palatability is unquestioned. 
B EFORE the spirit of the 'wind swept 
sea fades away the story of the trip 
of three New York men who went out 
one day in Arlo Littlefeld’s 26-foot power 
boat will be told. Leaving the little harbor 
afforded by the breakwater at the middle 
of the east coast of the island soon after 
dawn in a strong northwest wind, the little 
boat putf-putfed up and raced down the 
hills of blue water in the heavy ground- 
swell, toward the fishing grounds. There 
had been a southeasterly storm somewhere 
far out at sea and for two days the moun¬ 
tainous rollers were travelling in from that 
quarter, apparently but little affected by 
the strong northeast wind until they 
reached shallow water, when their crests 
were blown off of them in clouds of spray 
as they piled up on the narrow beach below 
the high cliffs. Overhead and round about 
was the clear air of a “high blue” day. As 
we passed along the south shore of the 
island, keeping at a respectful distance 
from the beach, our eyes turned again and 
again toward the majestic scene inshore- 
where, above the breakers and the roar 
floated clouds of misty spray like that about 
Niagara Falls, with brilliant rainbows show¬ 
ing as fresh combers flung their crests on 
high. 
With the bow-spray rattling every now 
and then across oilskin coats, with the 
water in the self-bailing cockpit swashing 
about our boots, we rigged rods and reels, 
lines and squids, and began to troll and to 
hope. The season was late and there was 
but one other boat in sight, and that was 
in sight only when both it and we were 
atop of the swells at once. Though but 
