
Concrete evidence of Jackie’s skill with the rifle 
Manter Creek—the first time the 
youngster dove in he came out sput- 
tering and demanded to know “who 
ordered the ice water.” 
HE last time the starlet and his 
daddy “packed in” to Manter Creek 
they arrvied three weeks before the 
deer season, so had to content them- 
selves without vension for breakfast. 
Jackie says there are more deer on his 
ranch than there are taxicabs in Man- 
hattan. The elder Coogan declares 
that the most charming episode of his 
last trip occurred directly opposite his 
cabin on the creek. In the early morn- 
ing, when the wind was blowing right, 
the Coogans could sit at their breakfast 
table and watch the buck and doe as 
they came stealthily out of the forest 
and down to the stream to drink long 
draughts of the snow-fed rivulet. The 
timid creatures, always on the alert, 
twitching their ears, distending their 
delicate nostrils in search of foreign 
smells, lifting their proud antlered 
heads with a lightning-like rapidity— 
then, without warning, bounding off 
into the forest, the white of their over- 
sized jack rabbit tails flashing in the 
early morning sunlight like danger 
signals. 
Thus Jackie Coogan spends most of 
his playtime high up in the Sierras, in 
sight of the eternally snow-covered 
peaks, romping and playing, and hunt- 
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that often arouses 
members of the 
angling frater- 
nity. Nor is the 
use of the artificial 
lure confined to 
bait-casting for 
bass and pickerel. 
On such famous 
trout streams as 
the Beaverkill, the 
Willowemoc and 
the Neversink, sit- 
uated in the love- 
ly Catskill Moun- 
tains, boys are. 
observed to take 
many fine trout 
each season by 
means of the arti- 
ficial fly. They 
scorn to fish with 
the worm, and 
though their tackle 
be ever so humble 
they are accom- 
plished casters and 
have the true an- 
gling spirit. 
TILL-FISHING 
with live bait 
is a langorous oc- 
cupation and well 
suited to those 
souls possessing a 
ing and fishing— 
learning the art of 
woodcraft from his 
devoted daddy. 
THE Sonny Boy 
Fishing Con- 
test was organized 
in the spring of 
1923 for the pur- 
pose of encourag- 
ing the younger 
generation in the 
art of angling by 
clean, scientific 
methods. 
Among the youth 
of the land, taking 
fish by means of a 
“gob of worms,” a 
cheap ringed hook 
and an alder pole 
is destined soon to 
be an absolute 
practice. On any 
bass lake or river 
in the summer one 
may find boys of 
all ages casting an 
artiticial plug; 
spinner or pork- 
rind lure with a 
degree of facility 
envy in the older 

like disposition or those anglers who 
have passed the zenith of life and are 
given to meditation the while they bask 
in the warmth of the summer’s sun. 
But youth demands action. Your 
average lad of twelve or fifteen would 
choose to cast a plug or fly all day long 
than submit to the ordeal of sitting 
still and holding a rod for a half 
hour. 
And herein lies the secret: Young- 
sters in the country are often seen to 
impale an apple upon the end of a 
sharp stick and then with a smart 
wrist and arm motion to send it. hur- 
tling through the air at a mark, some 
yards distant, often with surprising 
accuracy. It is a boy’s game, and as 
casting requires the same movements 
so also is casting a boy’s game, and 
though a lad makes cast after cast with- 
out reward, he is still having a bully 
time by virtue of the fact that he is 
doing something that demands action. 
OREST AND STREAM invites all 
Sonnyboys to enter the 1924 con- 
test. If you have not already filled out 
a coupon send us your name, address 
and age, and then, should you be for- 
tunate enough to catch that big fellow 
you know about, you will be in line for 
a prize when the contest closes. 
Jackie caught the trout and the gentleman hording them is not 
the guide, but Coogan senior, in need of a shave 
