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Book of the Black Bass 
By JAMES A. HENSHALL, M.D. 
Author of “Bass, Pike, Perch, and Other 
Game Fishes of America,’’ etc. 
NEW, THOROUGHLY REVISED, AND 
ENLARGED EDITION 
! Since 1920 Dr. Henshall, the Grand Old 
Man oft Fishing, has been at work rewriting 
his famous Book of the Black Bass, which 
contains the complete scientific and life 
history of the bass, together with a practical 
treatise on Angling and Fly-Fishing, and a 
full account of tools and tackle. To the il- 
justrations Dr. Henshall has given the same 
minute care that he has given to the text. 
With the exception of some line drawings, 
they are new and consist in many black-and- 
whites and several very fine ones in color. 
This edition, therefore, of the Book of the 
Black Bass is virtually a new book. It will 
be as welcome to Blass Bass fishermen as 
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to be called ‘“‘the Father of the Blass Bass.” 
9 illustrations, 548 pages. 
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The Salt Water 
Angler 
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salt water fishing: 
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of valuable and in- 
teresting informa- 
tion for salt water 
anglers. First, the 
book contains a practical biography of each 
species of fish angled for along the Atlantic 
seaboard, illustrated by authoritative plates 
from the United States Bureau of Fisheries. 
Here the reader may learn the characteris- 
tics of the various fishes discussed and 
where they may be looked for under given 
conditions. 
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ferent kinds of fish. There are chapters on 
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“Surf Casting Sinkers.’” These are also il- 
lustrated with drawings and photographs of 
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habits of the many salt water fish, is neces- 
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nails have been driven. A similar strap 
is tied on the outside of the left toe. 
This is such that when the hunter takes 
his position on his left side on the car, 
his inside right toe will push him along 
and his outside left toe will assist. 
You are flat behind the weeds. No part 
of your clothing must show and you 
slowly push yourself toward the water 
until you reach the desired position. 
When ready to shoot, stop your car 
carefully, back off into a kneeling posi- 
tion on the ground and pick up your 
gun, then rise and do your stuff. 
Blue Quail in the Foothill 
Country 
(Continued from page 21) 
two days a week. Not very many limits 
are brought in after the first few days 
of the season, the birds getting wild 
quickly, and flying from one range of 
foot-hills to another, or into cover al- 
most impossible to negotiate. At the 
same time, the patient, tireless hunter 
can almost always get the limit, or 
close to it, by steady walking and good 
shooting, if he is willing to work. It 
is no “parlor” game, but requires a 
pair of stout legs and a capacity for 
quick action with a shot-gun. 
The weather as a rule is bright and 
cool, and the roads to the best of the 
quail country are modern-paved boule- 
vards. We left the shadowy outline of 
the foot-hill country behind at twilight, 
canopied by a million glimmering stars, 
and rolled homewards with a cool night- 
wind fanning our faces as we headed 
for Los Angeles. 
A Newfoundland Outing 
(Continued from page 23) 
up the turbulent Humber broke with a 
cloudless sky. Though the sun shone, 
a cold, crisp wind made us shiver as 
we stepped into the water. The entire 
day we waded through the plunging 
rapids, dragging and pushing the heavy 
dories over the shelves and shallows. 
The first night, footsore and weary, we 
camped at a spot known as the Little 
Falls, in reality a heavy rapid. Supper 
was cooked with everyone in a bad 
humor. It is surprising, however, how 
quickly one’s spirits are revived after 
a change of clothing, and that gnawing 
belly hunger has been satisfied, and 
when one’s aching limbs are warmed 
and resting before a cheery fire. 
T HE next morning Croft landed a 
fine “grilse,” or young salmon, in 
the pool below the rapids, making the 
breakfast a pronounced success. For 
still another day we battled with the 
rapids, and it was not until the third 
day that we came in sight of our goal— 
the Grand Falls of the Humber. Late 
in the afternoon, after twenty-three 
It will identify you. 
miles of straining against the current 
which seemed ever determined to push 
us back, a sight as heavenly to our 
weary eyes as was the promised land 
to Joshua’s host came into view. As 
we rounded a bend in the river, the 
majestic falls, below which lies one of 
the best salmon pools on North Amer- 
ica, greeted us. A twelve-foot drop of 
water extended for over a hundred 
yards across the river in shimmering 
splendor. Salmon were leaping every- 
where—sometimes as many as twenty a 
minute would try the jump. This was 
indeed a sight worth traveling hundreds 
of miles to see. 
We had also accomplished what few 
people had ever done—taken dories to 
the Grand Falls of the Humber. It 
was, therefore, with no little pride and 
satisfaction that we pitched camp on 
a wooded bluff overlooking the river, 
and it seemed as if we could stay there 
forever, lulled to sleep by the sigh- 
ing pines, with the music of the falls 
ringing in our ears, and the words, 
“The Humber is a noble river and full 
of fish,” on the lips of all, dying into 
the night. 
Dear and Bear in Northern 
Maine 
(Continued from page 10) 
within one-half mile of camp, his foot- 
prints were huge and so fresh that they 
were, as the guides say, “fairly steam- 
ing.” 
WE followed this track across moun- 
tains, over windfalls and through 
swamps; it was altogether the roughest 
going I had ever seen. At times the 
bear was apparently not far ahead of 
us, but darkness began to descend and, 
greatly crestfallen, we had to turn back 
to camp. Just then a big northern owl 
floated down from a tall pine; as I 
raised my gun to it my guide said 
quickly, “Don’t shoot that! Them’s 
bad. If you kill an owl, you won’t get 
your bear.” 
The next day we found a trap sprung 
and the bait gone. We could not see 
how this could possibly have been done, 
but the footprints showed that it was 
the work of a large bear. We baited 
once more and reset the trap, fixing it 
so that, as my guide thought, it 
could not happen again. A week later 
we were amazed to find the bait gone 
again and the trap sprung. This was 
almost uncanny. We then realized that 
we were up against an “educated” bear 
—one that had already had some ex- 
perience with traps. 
We were now on our mettle and 
everything was again prepared with 
the utmost care, but ten days later the 
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