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FOREST AND STREAM. 
[July 16, 1910. 
Two New World's Records 
Chicago, June 21-24, 1910 
No 1. 
The Grand American Handicap 
Won by Riley Thompson of Cainesville, Mo., who broke 
1G0 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 djjjjjjjj) 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 
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the river downward. For this purpose T 
changed my fly cast for one with a spoon bait. 
Casting the line right across, the spoon in the 
broken water, I worked it toward my side and 
downward. 
I did not get a bite, and after a twenty 
minutes’ trial, I substituted an artificial minnow. 
It had more the' appearance of a small parr, 
on a cast with double swivels, which made it 
spin to perfection. The silvery sheen the bait 
made revolving at speed had the desired effect, 
as I had several tries in a short times, and at 
last got fast into a fish. It was a game one, 
and the way it ran out the line and breached 
when checked, was evidence it meant to fight 
to the last. One leap it made when near the 
bank almost brought it to grief; it leaped high 
inclining toward the bank, and I was in hopes it 
might land itself thereon. It only escaped by a 
very narrow shave. A bolt across the stream 
was then tried, but it was getting exhausted 
and I had it by this time well by the head and 
prevented its going too far. I had just fifty 
minutes first-rate sport with and landed it. I 
must say I was disappointed, as I anticipated, 
from the fight it made, that it was much 
heavier—it was a 9-pounder. 
I fished down to the place at which I origi¬ 
nally started, and was there talking to the coolie 
about going home, holding my rod carelessly, 
the line ■ in the water, and the bait spinning 
alongside the bank. I was brought back to the 
work in hand by the rod being nearly jerked 
out of my grasp, and the reel beginning to give 
music. My line was within a few yards of being 
run out when I became alive to the situation, 
and commenced to run along the bank up 
stream, taking in line as I gained on the fish. 
On its feeling the check it leaped clear out of 
the water, and I then saw I had got hold of a 
leviathan, and that it would take all I knew, and 
I had had very considerable experience at home 
with salmon, to save my line and rod and secure 
the struggling fish. It at last turned and made 
down stream with unabated speed. I running 
along with it and keeping a tight line. Down 
and up, and vice versa, we went, no slack line 
being given, until it showed signs of distress, 
and it gradually turned on its side and was 
guided into the bank. I reeled up yntil the 
part of my line that was out was only the 
length of the rod, and cleek in hand stepped 
down to the edge of the water to land my catch, 
congratulating myself on my victory. I was, 
however, counting my chickens before they 
were hatched, as no sooner had the cleek 
touched the fish, pricking it probably, than with 
a swish of the tail it shot into and up stream, 
with apparently as much life in it as at first. 
Misfortune did not seem to end there, as the 
line ran rapidly out, the wheel jammed, and 
snap went the silk close to it. I instinctively 
made several twists with the rod, and the 
broken end of the line coiled and knotted 
round the top piece which drew out of joint 
socket and fell into the water. The fish con¬ 
tinued going up water, turning the top piece, 
and on it I kept my eye, as I could only regain 
the line and perhaps secure the fish by recover¬ 
ing it. The mahseer, after going a good dis¬ 
tance and feeling no strain, sought the bottom 
to rest, and then came my chance. I pointed 
the top piece out to the coolie and he waded in 
and secured it. I told him to be careful not to 
pull the line, and he managed to hand me the 
piece without disturbing the fish. I jointed the 
rod, ran the line through the rings, tied it to 
the piece on the wheel, wound up the slack, as I 
walked along the bank, and again had my catch 
under command. There is not much more to 
tell. I jagged its mouth, causing it to leave the 
bottom and again go downward. With a 
further attempt to get in among the sunken 
rocks and boulders, in which it failed, it became 
a second time exhausted and came to the top 
of the water. Drawing it cautiously to the side, 
,1 inserted the cleek in its gill, and hauled it 
out on to the grass. It was not long but very 
thick, and scaled exactly 51% pounds. It took 
me two good hours to land it, and my land¬ 
lord said he had never seen a mahseer of the 
size and weight taken on a single gut cast.— 
W. A., in The Asian. 
