



Cleaning Implements 
Every good sportsman knows that a dirty 
gun will not shoot true; he also knows that 
seven out of ten guns rust out before they 
wear out. Marble’s Gun Cleaning Imple- 
ments, therefore, are his best assurance 
against disappointment. 
Jointed Rifle Rod 
The best general purpose 
rod made. Packs in small 
space, yet when screwed to- 
gether is as firm as a one- 
piece rod. Can’t wobble, 
bend or break. Three brass 
sections, with two steel joints 
and steel swivel at its end. 
Brass or steel, 26, 30 and 36 
inches long, $1.25. State 
caliber and length desired. 
Rifle Cleaner 
Thoroughly cleans without 
injuring the finest rifle. Re- 
moves all lead, rust, or 
powder residue. Made of 
brass gauze washers on a 
spirally-bent spring-temper- 
ed steel wire. Fits any stand- 
ard rod, 60 cents. State cali- 
ber wanted. 
Field Cleaner 
Same as rifle cleaner, with 
cords attached to each end 
= so it may be pulled through 
the bore of the rifle. De- 
signed for field use. $1.00. 
State caliber wanted. 
Anti-Rust Ropes 
When saturated with oil, 
prevent rusting or pitting— 
perfect protection for any 
gun. One oiling lasts a year. 
For shot guns or rifles, 60 
cents; revolvers, 30 cents. 
State gaugeor caliber wanted. 
Nitro Solvent Oil 
This wonderful oil keeps 
your outing equipment free 
from rust. Quickly dissolves 
residue of all powders. A per- 
fect lubricant. 2-oz. bottle, 
30 cents; 6-ounce can, 60 
cents; mail 10 cents extra. 
Sample free. 


The full Marble’s line includes 
also Axes, Knives, Waterproof 
Matchboxes, Compasses, Gun Sights, 
etc. If your dealer can’t supply you, 
write for catalog an prices. 
Marble Arms & Mfg. Co. 
526 Delta Avenue, Gladstone, Michigan 
Anti-Rust Rope 
In writing to Advertisers mention Forest and Stream. 









Large Mackinac Trout 
DEAR FOREST AND STREAM: 
A few days ago I read an item in 
the San Francisco Bulletin about a 
large mackinac trout caught at Lake 
Tahoe by a seven year old Indian boy. 
The story of the fish was brought back 
to Sacramento by Mr. B. E. Gaddis, an 
attorney of that city. I wrote Mr. Gad- 
dis, requesting information and a pic- 
ture of the catch, which he kindly 
furnished. 
The enclosed photo of “McGinty” 
Johnson, the Indian boy, and his 31 
lb. mackinaw trout, was taken by Mr. 
Gaddis at Young Brothers’ Resort, 
Bijou, Lake Tahoe, California, on the 
morning of July 26th last. 
The boy and his father were trolling 
from a boat, with a copper line and 
live minnow, when the fish was hooked. 
The boy played it very well until it 
came to landing his prize in the boat, 
when he had to yell for assistance from 
his father. The fish, when taken from 
the water, was longer than the boy 
who hooked it, and is said by “old 
timers” to be the largest taken from 
Lake Tahoe since 1888. 
I am also enclosing a clipping in 
reference to the opening of the deer 
season here. The introduction of red 
shirts and hats, as part of the hunter’s 
costume, to cut down the number of 
accidents and fatalities, is quite a nov- 
elty. One hunter told me the costume 
was a huge success as far as its intent 
was concerned, but he met up with a 
rather unfriendly bull, and was im- 
mediately put to rout. 
No doubt the above, together with the 
photo, will be of interest to the readers 
of FOREST AND STREAM. 
Howarp SLATEN, 
San Francisco, Cal. 
Tt will identify you. 
An Appeal to Hunters 
DEAR FOREST AND STREAM: 
I HAVE often wondered whether the 
hunter has ever dreamed that the 
success of the racing and homing pigeon 
sport depends to a large extent upon 
his sportsmanship. Ofttimes our birds 
come home several days late due to the 
fact that their bodies and wings are 
badly mutilated by’ some forgetful 
shooter. Sometimes the failure of some 
particular pigeon to arrive home means 
failure for some young sportsman, who 
perhaps was looking forward to this 
pigeon. In a good many cases some 
of our best pigeons never return to 
their lofts and we wonder whether they 
met with some accident or with shot 
from the gun of some unsportsmanlike 
hunter. How often you will hear some 
fancier say, “I would have gladly lost 
my whole stock in place of my “Won- 
der Boy,” “Polly Face” or my “White 
Flier,” or whatever the case may be, 
indicating one supreme fact which is 
that the homing man is always keenly 
interested in some individual pigeon 
that has proven itself. 
Personally I don’t think that saga- 
cious hunters or sportsmen ever shoot 
at our birds intentionally, although I 
imagine there is a slight possibility of 
the hunter mistaking our precious birds 
for wild pigeons, as we sometimes liber- 
ate as high as 10,000 pigeons at one 
time. Another interesting, but sad 
point, is that the temptation (after a 
fruitless day in the woods) is so great 
that when a swarm of birds, homeward 
bound, pass by, a “pot shot” seems justi- 
fiable. It, at least, satisfies their de- 
sire to bring home the “bacon.” But 
my dear friends and brother sports- 
men, let me relate a short story of a 
young novice in flying racing pigeons. 
It was around the second Sunday of 
May when a young, clean-cut lad, about 
eighteen years old, walked in my yard 
to look at my loft. He told me of the 
hard luck that he had in breeding and 
also losing quite a number of young- 
sters off the board. He also told me of 
his two years’ experience and all of the 
bad results that he was obtaining from 
his birds. I took him around the place, 
showed him my breeders, youngsters 
and stock birds and all of which seemed 
to please him immensely. 
After we talked about two hours on 
the subjects of breeding, feeding and 
training he finally suggested that I sell 
him two youngsters that he took a 
liking to. Before he left 1 made him a 
present of the two birds, as I rarely sell 
any. He thanked me most heartily for 
the birds and left in the highest of 
spirits. I never heard from this young 
pigeon “Mike” (excuse the slang ex- 
pression) until it was time for club 
training, about the second Sunday in 
August. He asked me in a gentleman- 
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