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FOREST AND STREAM. 
[July 9, 1910. 
Two New World’s Records 
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Chicago, June 21-24, 1910 
No 1. 
The Grand American Handicap 
Won by Riley Thompson of Cainsville, Mo., who broke 
100 straight from 19 yards 
No. 2. 
John W. Garrett of Colorado Springs, Col., broke 
The Entire Program on the First Day, June 21 
100 STRAIGHT (80 Singles and 10 Pairs—all 16 yards 
OTHER 
HONORS 
High Score on Doubles:—John W. Garrett, 57 out of 60 
Long Runs on Doubles:—W. D. Stannard, 41 Straight 
Two Ties for First Place in the Professional Championship 
(John W. Garrett and Homer Clark) 
Long Runs:—Riley Thompson—130 Jay R. Graham—125 
Jay R. Graham—102 John W. Garrett—100 
/including\ 
' 10 pairs / 
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gently sloping in the main to the sea. They 
are so translucent that the fly itself has to be 
a work of art, and its way of presentment to the 
fish a work of art, no less, for the imitation to- 
be taken for the original. To appeal to their 
appetite it needs that the fly be alive, with wings 
cocked, sailing down like a small yacht on the 
surface of the water. We know, of course, how 
all this is to be arrived at—the exact imitation 
of the original insect, the petroleum to keep 
the imitation floating, and all the rest of the 
devices. They are not new—or, at least, not 
very new—but in the manner of fishing there 
is a novelty that few of our forefathers had 
knowledge of. 
The novelty in the manner of fishing has be¬ 
come so familiar that it may surprise some 
folks to hear even that the other style—the 
“chuck-and-chance-it,” as the dry fly man con¬ 
temptuously calls it-—ever was in vogue on the 
chalk streams. It will surprise them very much 
more to learn that some of the practitioners of 
these old and simple-minded methods survive 
and practice them to this day. It is so. I my¬ 
self. within a year or two only of the time of 
writing, have seen it. I have seen a man, on 
the most sacrosanct to scientific methods of the 
Hampshire chalk rivers, proceed to walk up the 
river from the bottom of his stretch of fishing 
to the top, solemnly flogging every foot of it, 
irrespective of any rise of fish, with a two- 
handed rod. He made no specious pretence of 
concealing his fine presence, but marched up 
boldly and majestically along the river’s bank, 
lashing the poor water at every step. And not 
only was this man, thus acting, no novice at 
the business; he was one of the old school, his 
methods typical of theirs. He really was, or 
had been, rather a noted fisherman. He threw 
rather a good line. He threw it far and he 
threw it hard, with a good big fly (as dry flies 
go) at the end of it, and no particular attention 
paid to great fineness of gut; but he sent his fly 
where he wanted it to go, and the marvelous 
thing about the whole performance was that 
sometimes it caught a fish. What the fish could 
have been doing, whether it were mad or blind, 
it is impossible to say; but now and then a fish 
did rise, perhaps stupefied with astonishment at 
the fly thus offered it, and, once hooked, there 
was very little chance of its getting off. The 
tackle was very stout, and the fisherman con¬ 
fided in it. The fish was dragged in, regardless 
of struggles, to the net. 
I am not venturing to suggest this that I have 
described as the best possible way of catching 
the trout of these streams, or even as an im¬ 
provement on that now in general use. I am 
only commenting on it as a curiosity, and as 
an instance of what may, by lucky chance, be 
done with the most unlikely means. We sit 
on the banks of the river with our field-glasses, 
waiting and watching for a rise of fish or of fly. 
When we spy a likely rise we approach the fish 
with all caution, with much of the guile and 
much of the action of the serpent wriggling 
over the ground. Then, when we are in 
position, hidden from the sight of the fish by 
a tussock of reeds, we make study of all the 
surroundings and conditions, see how our fly 
is to fall, so that the gut will not be seized in 
a sharper eddy of the stream, and so cause the 
fly to “drag” in an unnatural manner. Of 
course, long before this we have studied exactly 
the natural fly that the fish is taking, and have 
matched it from our box. Then, with a dab 
of petroleum on the fly and a very careful 
measuring of the distance by some trial throws 
over the fish—taking every care, if you please, 
that no shadow or reflected tint from the rod 
shall come to his eyes to startle him—then at 
length we make the cast over him. There is a 
moment of awful anxiety as the fly floats down 
over his nose. 
All these precautions we take, and take only 
too often in vain, and yet this other, this 
monster, lashing the stream with his immense 
rod, at times succeeds. The times are few and 
far between, but they do occur, and when they 
do they leave us wondering at the weird ways 
of men and fish.—Horace Hutchinson, in the 
Westminster Gazette. 
