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[July 30, 1910. 
FOREST AND STREAM. 
Fishing on the Texas Coast. 
Roswell, N. M., ‘July 20. — Editor Forest and 
Stream: Sea fishing is a different sport to 
pulling a bullhead out of a small creek. It is 
not many women who care to wade among the 
rolling waves and throw a line as far out as 
possible with a piece of salted mullet for bait. 
Galveston Island is a noted place to catch red- 
fish, some of them weighing as much as twenty 
pounds. In a drive of about ten miles along the 
hard sandy beach, watching sea gulls catch small 
fish along the way, one gets interested. 
Soon it was time to unload, fix up the rod, put 
on an ounce sinker, a good big hook with a 
piece of mullet, wade into the rolling waves and 
cast out as far as possible. The wind was blow¬ 
ing the salt water spray all over my hat, but it 
did not stay wet, as the wind dried out every¬ 
thing just a,s soon as it got damp. Canvas shoes 
protected my feet from the fiddlers and other 
funny things that crawl, for it is not always 
the redfish only that are hungry. I got a shark 
fast on my hook, and with rod over my shoul¬ 
der I ran ashore as fast as possible before the 
shark could take line and rod out to sea. 
Many fish from a boat. I prefer surf fishing, 
as one has a chance to move about. It is slow 
work, but with patience you may hook a redfish, 
and by watching you may see him jump and 
know it’ is not a shark. You get excited and 
at the first attempt to run ashore, down you go 
into the water. Whether it is best to save your 
Mexican hat or hold on to your rod must be 
decided right there. Several times I lost rod, 
line and fish. The last fall I had I got the fish, 
and it was all I could do to carry him to the 
wagon. Several of the party got a large num¬ 
ber of fish by noon. 
With long rake the men got fresh oysters 
from a nearby fresh water creek running into 
the sea, and we ate them with crackers and 
Worcestershire sauce on tin plates. With a lot 
of wet sea grass laid on the bottom of the 
wagon, we kept our fish fresh until we got home. 
How different everything tastes that comes from 
the sea when it is eaten right on the seashore 
to what is found on sale. As an iron pot was 
in our outfit, camp was made alongside an old 
wreck, a fire was built, redfish cleaned and cut 
up and soon the old tarred sides of the ship 
made the pot boil. Potatoes were cooking, 
crackers were toasting, and as we sat down on 
the sand my big redfish looked very small and 
soon disappeared, for the sea air made everyone 
hungry. We arrived home tired out. 
In my room I soon made ready for 7 o’clock 
dinner. I expect I looked like a sight, sunburnt 
as I was, but I had a pink waist to help me out. 
I ate heartily, bought an evening paper and the 
first thing I noticed was an article about “porch 
climbers.” I saw many bad looking negroes. I 
was alone, my husband being out for a two- 
days’ cruise after tarpon on board a yacht. I 
lighted the gas. found Almo’s new revolver, 
looked to my own revolver and placed them in 
the bed. The mosquitoes drove me to bed under 
a mosquito bar tucked in. I fell asleep and the 
first T knew a small negro bov was calling me to 
breakfast. 
I was almost eaten up by mosquitoes and 
wanted to be back in New Mexico away from 
those hateful mosquitoes. What next? The 
room was covered with matting and soon I found 
1 was covered with fleas. With two pockets full 
of shells and my twenty-gauge gun I wandered 
down to where I had noticed willet the day be¬ 
fore, and with most every shot 1 dropped one. 
I saw my husband coming in on the yacht. A 
boat was lowered and when he joined me I told 
him about the porch climbers, mosquitoes and 
fleas. He laughed and said we would fix them 
all, but it took a package of flea powder and one 
of mosquito dope to do it. 
We stayed two days and speared a few flound¬ 
ers one night. To tell the truth, the beautiful 
ocean would be a nice place if it could be moved 
away from the mosquitoes and the fleas. 
Mrs. Almo. 
Illinois Casting Club. 
Chicago, Ill., July 18. — Editor Forest and 
Stream: Our contest of July 16 was cast off 
in regular order as per scores given below in 
the order as cast. 
The weather during bait event was clear, light 
southeast winds, 
shifting 
to northwest in 
the re- 
turn leg distances cast by judges and re- 
entries. 
Position of targ 
et chang 
ed. 
Quarter-ounce accuracy, bait: 
.... 99.5 
T. T. Hartly. 
... 99.4 
Wm. Stanley _ 
D. Kernaghan - 
... 98.3 
L. E. He iiarmo. 
.... 99.5 
A. Bauer . 
... 98.1 
C. E. Lingenfelter... 97.9 
W. H. Ball. 
... 99.4 
H. D. Willis. 
.... 96.6 
II. B. Kirk. 
... 98.2 
T. M. Ranney_ 
.... 98.9 
E. K. Pierson. 
... 97.1 
H. T. Hokamp... 
.... 97.8 
D. R. Linder. 
... 98.3 
Al. Berg . 
.... 96.8 
M. Hartstall . 
... 98.8 
W. J. Jamison_ 
.... 98.7 
G. II. Asper. 
... 9S.3 
W. W. McFarlin. 
.... 97.7 
.. 98.3 
.... 98.3 
O. C. Wehle. 
... 98.7 
Visitors: 
Mr. Cooley . 
... 93.3 
Mr. Kleinfeldt .. 
.... 98.3 
Mrs. Loes . 
... 95.9 
Re-entries: 
T. T. Hartly. 
... 97.4 
W. W. McFarlin. 
.... 96.4 
M. Hartstall . 
... 96.6 
N. C. Heston. 
.... 98.2 
C. E. Lingenfelter. 
... 97.5 
T. T. Hartly. 
.... 97.6 
11. D. Willis. 
... 97.5 
M. Hartstall .... 
.... 97.4 
H. T. Hokamp- 
... 97.2 
C. E. Lingenfelter 
.... 98.0 
Al. "Berg . 
... 98.4 
H. D. Willis. 
.... 97.9 
W. J. Jamison_ 
... 98.8 
H. J. Hokamp... 
.... 98.2 
Salmon fly. — Wind, northwest; velocity, approx. 25 to 
30 miles: 
Feet. 
N. O. Heston. 119 
W. J. Jamison.110 
W. H. Ball. 138 
Feet. 
L. E. De Garino. 133 
H. D. Willis. 121 
N. C. Heston (re.j-111 
Attention is called to W. H. Ball’s and L. E. 
DeGarmc/’s casts in the salmon fly event, both 
of which exceeded our club record to date, Mr. 
Ball thereby establishing a new club record which 
also surpasses all national tournament records to 
date. H. D. Willis’ cast of 121 fet was the first 
ever cast by him with a salmon rod. 
This should prove an incentive for more mem¬ 
bers—old as well as new—to get into the fly 
events and thus unquestionably develop much 
latent talent. 
A clerical eror made W. H. Ball’s score in the 
accuracy fly, July 9, read 99 instead of 99 5/15 
per cent. 
THE INTER-CLUB CONTEST. 
The seventh contest in the inter-club (cup) 
series between the Chicago Fly and the Illinois 
Casting clubs took place on our grounds on the 
17th inst. The weather while bright and clear 
was rather unfavorable for good work, the wind 
light and puffy from the northeast in the morn¬ 
ing, shifting to the northwest in the afternoon, 
attaining a velocity at times of from twenty-five 
to thirty miles, with cross winds. The attend¬ 
ance was large and the unfavorable weather was 
counteracted at least in part by the enthusiasm 
and friendly rivalry that prevailed not only be¬ 
tween the teams, but among the onlookers as 
well. The team scores in the seventh contest, 
July 17, were as follows: 
Illinois Casting Club, 98.40 per cent. 
Chicago Fly-Casting Club, 97.72 per cent. 
Illinois Team.—W. H. Ball, Wm. Stanley, L. 
E. DeGarmo, D. Kernaghan, 0 . C. Wehle. 
Chicago Fly Team. — E. R. Letterman, D. F. 
Beatty, O. E.- Becker, G. A. Hinterleitner, H. W. 
Perce. 
Considering the unfavorable weather, the 
scores of both teams are considered remarkably 
good, the result of this contest making four for 
the Illinois and three for the Chicago Fly, the 
five highest to win. 
Our next club contest will be July 30, the 
events half-ounce accuracy bait, half-ounce dis¬ 
tance bait (two re-entries for all), accuracy fly 
and distance fly. 
O. C. Wehle, Sec'y pro tern. 
Angling and Fishing. 
The true angler does not care much about the 
size of the catch, and let it be remembered that 
to angle and to catch fish are very different 
things. There are debased creatures in human 
guise who will attach an assortment of murder¬ 
ous hardware to the end of a rope and with it 
pull fish from the water by sheer strength, but 
such methods are unrecognized by the angler 
who has imposed upon himself a rigid code of 
honor and to whom even the use of live bait as 
a last resort is the occasion for severe self-ex¬ 
amination. The angler does not go forth to catch 
fish, but to fish, and only those with the angler’s 
nice sense of propriety will recognize the dif¬ 
ference. 
The noble art of angling has indeed been de¬ 
based in the popular eye by the mere catchers 
of fish. Consequently there is an insufficient 
recognition that the angler belongs to a higher 
order of human nature than the average, and 
that his choice of a holiday vocation is proof 
that he possesses a refinement of mind and a 
philosophic spirit that remove him far from the 
common herd. He is able to appreciate the sub¬ 
tle delights of anticipation that are so much 
preferable to the coarse delights of realization, 
he is necessarily of an unmatched patience, while 
it is evident that hours of silent solitude must 
generate a reflective wisdom of which the world 
would do well to avail itself. One day the ang¬ 
ler will come into his own. His extraordinary 
modesty will no longer obscure his worth and 
then his place among the sages will be assigned 
to him. Indeed, the plan of allowing only ap¬ 
proved anglers to occupy the high executive 
offices has much to be said for it.—Philadelphia 
Times. 
North Shore Casting Club. 
Chicago, Ill., July 2 3—Editor Forest and 
Stream: The following scores were made at 
our contest Saturday, July 16: 
Half-ounce, accuracy, bait: 
W. Liddell . 97.0 
Adams ... 97.9 
Mason . 97.5 
Marshall .99.0 
Madsen . 96.6 
Cobegraff . 95.3 
Benns . 97.4 
Cramer . 98.3 
Flinterleitner . 99.0 
Goodwin . 93.8 
Clossman . .. .96.7 
Bunts . 95.3 
Ercanbrock . 93.0 
Barlow .88.6 
Adams .97.1 
Cobegraff, re-entry... 97.6 
Bunts, re-entry .96.9 
Ercanbrock.97.9 
Rice . 98.4 
Waters . 89.9 
Martin . 97.5 
Forsyth . 97.6 
Good scores, but not enough of them. The 
next contest will be quarter-ounce and will be 
held July 30. 
t Sterling Cramer, Sec’y-Treas. 
