steel rod with a Master reel, using a 
14-pound test silk line. His lure was 
a No. 3 Hilderbrand spinner fly. 
At French River, Nipigon River and 
Lake of the Woods some large fish 
were caught by persons directly or in- 
directly connected with the Canadian 
Pacific, but no entries could be taken 
for these as one of the conditions of 
the competitions provides that such 
entries are ineligible. 
The Canadian Pacific Ralway, which 
put up the three trophies for compe- 
tition between guests at each of the 
Ontario Bungalow Camps, has every 
reason to feel satisfied with results of 
the first season’s contests. 
A. O. SEYMOUR, 
General Tourist Agent, 
Montreal Canada. 
Canadian Bungalow 
Camp Trophy Results 
To WuHom It May ConceERN: 
HE judges of the 1924 Fishing 
Trophy Competitions held at the 
three Ontario Bungalow Camps of the 
Canadian Pacific Railway, after hav- 
ing carefully considered all entries 
submitted to them, have much pleasure 
in announcing the following winners: 
At French River the contest has 
been declared a tie between Mr. D. 
W. L. Hawkins of 870 Riverside Drive, 
New York, and Mr. H. H. Champ of 
64 Aberdeen Avenue, Hamilton, Ont. 
Each of these gentlemen entered small 
mouth black bass weighing exactly 4 
Ibs. 8 oz. Mr..Hawkins’ fish had a 
girth of 13% inches and was 20% 
inches in length. Fish caught by Mr. 
Champ was 13% inches in girth and 
20% inches in length. 
The winner of the competition at 
Nipigon River is Mr. Wm. Metzger of 
56 Longfellow Avenue, Detroit, Mich., 
with a speckled trout entry weighing 
6 lbs. 10 oz. Mr. Metzger’s trout was 
14% inches in girth and 25% inches 
in length. 
Devil’s Gap (Lake of the Woods) 
trophy has been won by Mr. J. A. For- 
long of 308 Donald Street, Winnipeg, 
Man., who entered a mascalonge weigh- 
ing 20 lbs. 8 oz. This fish was 40% 
inches long with a girth of 18 inches. 
Other larger fish were entered, but 
the various conditions governing the 
contests were not complied: with and 
they could not be considered. 
Awards signed by us are being pre- 
pared, and when completed will be 
forwarded at, once to _prize-winners, 
whose names shall be engraved upon 
shields and placed upon the respective 
trophies. 
Dr. WM. BRUETTE, 
Editor Forest and Stream. 
Page 737 


A swimming cow moose 
JOHN B. THOMPSON (“Ozark Ripley’), 
Associate Editor Field and Stream. 
GREGORY CLARK, 
Fishing Editor Toronto Weekly Star. 
Yellow Legs on Opening Day 
DEAR FOREST AND STREAM: 
N August 16th, the opening day for 
yellow legs and plover, my brother 
Fred and I, together with our shooting 
partners, left for the Newark Meadows, 
~vhich are about three miles from our 
house. These meadows are about ten 
miles long and five miles wide, dotted 
with small ponds here and there. It 
was for these ponds we were headed, 
because the yellow legs feed in or 
around them. We arrived at our desti- 
nation about 4.30 a. m., and put out our 
stools. In about a half hour the sun 
began to push its way over the hori- 
zon and the yellow legs started moving, 
as we could tell by their yelpings. 
Fred and his partner started the 
shooting when three great yellow legs 
decoyed to the stool, after much coax- 
ing with our whistles. Fred stood up 
in the blind and then the yellow legs 
realized their mistake and tried to get 
out of range, but were too late as we 
saw the three of them crumple up and 
hit the water with a splash. 
We were sitting in our blinds peace- 
fully admiring the glorious sun rising 
when Bob, my shooting partner. grab- 
bed me by the arm and said, “Look!” 
pointing toward the west. There they 
were coming, great big yellow legs right 
for our blind. There were about 15 in 
the flock and when they were about to 
land amongst the stools we opened fire, 
Bob’s Parker and my 12-gauge Ithaca 
tuning up together. 
After the flock passed on we counted 
seven birds, five dead and two crippled. 
We immediately ended the last pair’s 
sufferings with two more shots. After 
that the yellow legs came in pairs or 
threes; some decoying and leaving their 
dead, others passing on out of range. 
About three o’clock we gathered in our 
dead birds and counted them and found 
we had 26 nice yellow legs, so I said to 
Bob, “what say Bob we get four more 
birds and fill the game limit?” 
He answered me, saying, “only on 
one condition: that we wait for four 
or five birds and see if we both can 
double, but the birds must be about 
50 yards high and coming past, you 
know, the last and perfect shot of the 
day. A few birds passed, but they were 
not the kind of shots we wanted. At 
last, coming down wind and almost ver- 
tical to our blind came two pairs of 
yellow legs; the first pair about six 
yards in front of the second pair. 
Here were the shots we waited so long 
for; at about 100 yards we stood up 
in our blind. They saw us and started 
to tower towards the sky. When they 
were about 50 yards away from us, we 
opened fire. It was arranged between 
us that Bob should take the first pair 
and I the second. As Bob let go his 
two barrels, I let go mine almost at the 
same time. At the reports of the guns 
the two pairs of yellow legs, first his. 
then mine, hit the water with a loud 
splash. 
We gathered in the four birds and 
started for Fred’s blind. They had been 
less fortunate than we, securing only 
14 birds between them. We started for 
home happy as larks, for on the open- 
ing day the red-gods were indeed very 
generous to us; so ended a perfect day. 
I will let you know the results of my 
grouse hunt later in the fall. 
RoBERT A. PECCTI, 
Newark, N. J. 
