FOREST AND STREAM. 
[Jan. 25, 1908. 
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surplus wax is then removed from the fingers 
with a drop of turpentine. Fly-tyers use this 
liquid in preference to the silk wax mentioned 
above, as the latter is more likely to get hard 
and brittle in time through exposure to the air, 
and it is difficult to keep it clean and colorless. 
You will need a small bottle of the best grain 
alcohol shellac for coating all silk windings to 
preserve their original color. T. his is not to be 
used on the rod proper, however. 
Fishing in California. 
San Francisco, Cal., Jan. 11 .—Editor Forest 
and Stream: The anticipated run of steelhead 
is now on in the Russian River, and good re¬ 
ports have come in concerning conditions. The 
last rains have made the water very muddy, and 
bait-fishing was resorted to. Spoon-fishing is 
not good, but will probably improve before the 
season closes (Feb. 1), provided good weather 
sets in. The river rose six inches last Satur¬ 
day, but is now falling, and the bar at the mouth 
of the stream also continues to lower. Sports¬ 
men combine in the belief that the fishing will 
be the best ever had on the Russian River. 
The Santa Cruz streams are producing a few 
nice fish. The run of big steelheads in the 
southern streams is not due until February when 
the season is closed. It is evident that the run 
of fish is from the north where they generally 
appear in September and October on the Eel 
River and gradually enter the other streams to 
the south. 
The black bass season closed the first of January, 
and generally speaking it has been a fair one, 
though the catches have not equalled those of 
previous seasons. Fishermen who went out for 
bass last week were mostly disappointed as the 
weather was bad. 
The sport on Paper Mill Creek is not very 
good at present. The fishing along the creek 
has been singularly backward this season. In 
former years there was invariably a good run 
of small steelhead during the first winter’s 
freshet, but no catches of particular consequence 
have been made this season. 
The fishing in southern California is good, 
but yellowfin and corbina are rapidly growing 
scarcer every year. The Japanese fishermen are, 
however, ruining the sport with their present 
methods of seining, and the southern enthusiasts 
are arousing themselves to protest against the 
senseless slaughter of these game fish and to 
secure the adoption of measures for their pro¬ 
tection and propagation. 
Kingfish are plentiful in San Pedro Bay, and 
a number of large size are being caught. Enthu¬ 
siasts of the south are daily expecting the annual 
invasion of pompano which is over due. The 
halibut too are not as plentiful as usual in mid¬ 
winter. 
Lorenzo Zogletti, a fisherman of San Diego, 
Cal., had a terrible adventure with a swordfish 
while trolling outside the bay recently. Zogletti 
had hooked the fish and was drawing it to the 
boat, when it drove its sword through the gun¬ 
wale. Zogletti then attacked the fish with a 
hatchet and finally stunned it. During the fight 
the fisherman’s right hand was so badly injured 
that he will probably lose the use of it. The fish 
was eleven feet long and weighed 425 pounds. 
A. P. B. 
Whitefish Not Grayling, 
New York, Dec. 20. —Editor Forest and 
Stream: I was much interested in reading Prof. 
Jordan’s article on grayling, and notice that he 
repeats what I have seen in Forest and Stream 
before, that the beautiful fish is only found in 
Michigan, in Montana and in Alaska. 
I was camping in 1893 in the country between 
the White River and Williams Forks going in 
by way of Buford and Newcastle, Colo. We 
spent some days fishing on the upper White 
River, at Trapper’s Lake, and at a little green 
gem of a pond high upon Pyramid Peak, called 
Lost Lake. 
The trout in the upper White were vigorous; 
great fighters. One of pounds gave me as 
sharp a tussle as one could wish, and the flesh 
was firm and hard. These fish were not our 
Salmo fontinalis; were bright colored, and I as¬ 
sume the same trout as we found afterward in 
Trapper’s Lake, but the latter seemed to run 
about a half pound, were weak, thin and sofa- 
fleshed. In Lost Lake they were a little stronger 
and more active, but not firm-fleshed. I have 
never caught so many fish in a given time as 
in Lost Lake. We had a large packing box with 
sacking nailed over bottom and top, leaving an 
end loose, and we only counted such trout as 
we put in this box. In the morning when we 
first reached this water I had gone out on a 
dead stub and picked up fourteen fish, enough 
I said, and lost one of my three flies. It began 
to snow, so I set about making a good fire on 
the shore and getting out the lunch. Meanwhile 
the trout were rising and my guide borrowed 
the rod and caught a couple. Ned, my friend, 
always anxious to enjoy to the full every chance, 
had knocked together, with the assistance of 
Will, the guide, a raft of cedar sticks with some 
boughs upon it, and a carnival of fishing fol¬ 
lowed. The snow had ceased. Old Pyramid 
rose immediately over us, one of the giants, cov¬ 
ered to within a half mile of the top with a 
soft green cloak of evergreens. The sun was 
shining on the snow patches, and there were 
some darker banks of white in the shadow of 
the ravines. The forest was full of its quiet 
sounds. On every side of the little lake were 
many game trails; every glade held the possi¬ 
bilities of elk. 
While Ned fished on the raft I sat by the fire 
for a half hour and watched the fish rise, make 
their short fight against the stiff bass rod, and 
go into the packing box if they did not slip 
through the raft into the water. Then beauti¬ 
ful as the scene was, comfortable as the fire 
felt, I started in to help beat what had been a 
record for this lake of ninety fish in two hours 
to two rods. My rod was about 7F2 ounces, and 
hence my fish had to be landed in a net. At 
the end of two hours, including the time spent 
over the fire, we had just no trout, the average 
of which would be a little short of three-quarters 
of a pound. At thq end of three and one-half 
hours we had 210 fish; the last thirty minutes 
gave me thirty-one, two doubles in that time. 
Of course we had to stop for a few minutes now 
and then to liberate the increasing catch in the 
box, and after it was over we found that only 
about twenty had been so injured that we had 
to keep them. Another lot of fish we took out 
of the same lake which ran very evenly in weight 
was thirty-six that weighed 26 pounds. 
The lake was ten to fifteen acres in extent. 
Just above it and only a few hundred yards away 
was a smaller one in which there seemed to be 
nothing but lizards, and above this a short dis¬ 
tance, a third full of trout. I could not under¬ 
stand why there were no fish in the middle one. 
The same water flowed through all three ponds. 
On our steep climb over the shoulder of the 
mountain in the afternoon light, all the lakes 
lay bright green in the darker green of the 
spruces and cedars below us. Above towered 
the peak, and as we got higher up the whole of 
the Devil’s Causeway, and the peaks around 
Trapper’s Lake came into view, not so gorgeous 
as many snow-covered ranges, but rich in warm 
red colors with occasional snow patches and very 
grand to us. 
We moved later over to Pagoda Peak and 
hunted a couple of weeks about there and to¬ 
ward the head of William’s Forks, which flow 
into the Bear River. That is another story. I 
will only say that it was a wonderful game coun¬ 
try, that we saw in a day’s riding on several 
occasions more than thirty deer, and that a 
good man could get a standing shot any even¬ 
ing. But such times come to an end. I had, 
an engagement with the authorities of Yale Col¬ 
lege that it behooved me to keep, and so onei 
morning I left Ned in camp with a brother who 
had joined us and started for the settlements. 
The post office of Buford where I perforce 
spent Sunday was out of grub, and so the post¬ 
master and I took our tackle Sunday afternoon 
and started to supply the want. Down there the 
White River was quite a stream and always very 
cold, so it took some engineering to get one’s' 
flies in the right place. A half dozen fair trout 
fell to my share and as many grayling to the 
pole of the ranchman-postmaster. He tried tc 
initiate me into the mysteries of the grasshopper 
science, even to wading the icy stream, but with 
no substantial reward. 
I would like to add to the above that Mr 
Proctor, the sculptor, says he has not only caught 
grayling in the White, but also in the Beat, 
River. Are not these the same grayling? At 
far as my recollection serves, the fish, while dis 
appointing to me in general appearance, seemec 
to fit the description. 
Geo. F. Dominick, Jr. 
[Thq “grayling,” of which our corresponden 
writes, were not grayling, but mountain whit' 
fish (Coregonus williamsoni). These are abund; 
ant in many Rocky Mountain streams, and ris< 
freely to a fly. They are found in streams witl 
the grayling, and in Montana we have taken of 
a fly a grayling, a whitefish and a trout in thre 
successive casts.— Editor.] 
Anglers’ Club of New York. 
At the annual meeting of the Anglers’ Club 0 
New York, held the night of Jan. 14, officers wer 
elected as follows: President, J. L. Kirk; Vice. 
President, R. J. Held; Secretary, Edward I 
Todd; Treasurer, E. B. Rice. Directors in addi 
tion to those named above: R. B. Lawrence 
E. H. Myers, FI. G. Henderson. 
ROUGHING IT 
soon grows tiresome unless the food is goot 
Good milk is one item indispensable to a cheei 
ful camp, and Borden’s solves the problen 
Eagle Brand Condensed Milk and Peerless Bran 
Evaporated Milk keep indefinitely, anywhere, an 
fill every milk or cream requirement.— Adv. 
