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Highest Grade Barbless Flies $2.25 Doz. 
Dr. Henry van Dyke 
National Vice-President I.W.L.A. 
Internationally known phil- 
osopher, poet, writer, sports- 
man and angling authority. 
Dr. Van Dyke has given the Jamison Barb- 
less Hook one of the hardest and most thor- 
ough tests possible, covering several weeks 
fishing in wild turbulent waters for ‘‘sea 
trout”’, which are brook trout that have gone 
to sea and returned to fresh water. His 
letter follows: 
Sylvanora, Seal Harbor, Me. 
September 26, 1924. 
Mr. W. J. Jamison, 
Dear Sir:—This summer, after the 
Salmon season had closed, Ihad a fine 
chance to try out your flies with barb- 
less hooks on the “‘sea trout’? of our 
salmon river in Canada. We caught 
them by the hundreds, running from 
one to four pounds, and fighting 
strongly in the swift foaming waters. 
Not one that was fairly hooked 
Sot away. Moreover, when the 
young salmon-parr grabbed the fly 
that was not meant for them, as they 
always tried to do, we could shake the 
ereedy little beggars off without harm- 
ing or even touching them. In short, 
“that hump” did the business. It is 
an excellent invention. 
Very sincerely yours, 
aimee 0 
Of the Izaak Walton League of America. 
Jamison Barbless Hook 
Patented in U.S. A, 1924, Patented in Great Britain, 1924, 
The smooth tapering patented wedge point 
of the Jamison Barbless Hook gives a much 
quicker and deeper penetration than is pos- 
sible with any barbed hook. They instantly 
goall the way inand stay in, because they do 
not cut or tear the flesh and the ‘‘hump” 
holds them in place. For this reason you 
catch as many and often more fish with our 
barbless than you would witha barbed hook, 
and at the same time you greatly benefit 
your own fishing by saving all of the many 
small fish that would be killed by barbs or 
handling, as they can be shaken off unhan- 
dled and uninjured, to live and propagate. 
No Extra Skill Required 
Money Back If Not Satisfied 
Send for testimonial letters from prominent 
authorities and list of Barbless Hook Trout 
and Bass Flies, Baits and Hooks for Fly 
Tying and Bait Fishing. Ask Your Dealer. 
Secretary of clubs should write for dating for 
our Free Barbless Hook Fishing Films. 
THE W. J. JAMISON CO. 
Dept. S, 739 S. California Ave., Chicago, III. 

Made under 
J 
. P. Shannon 
Patents. 
Barbless Hook Shannon Twin Spinners, 
Red, Yellow, White, or Black Fly—each 85c. 


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In writing to Advertisers mention Forest and Stream. 
tious and not content with following 
the scent direct, runs out and tries to 
cut the trail. Queen follows so that 
the music almost ceases for we now 
have only our semi-silent Tom and Sib- 
bey on the trail. Next, Sibbey tries 
a quick cut to fortune and the baying 
ceases. All is silence, save now and 
then when some night bird shatters the 
tense stillness with his rasping call. 
What’s the trouble? Has the pack 
lost the scent? Has the cat, by some 
trick, thrown the dogs off? Surely he 
hasn’t treed for if he had old Tom, at 
least, would be barking. These and a 
hundred other thoughts flashed through 
my mind as I sat on my horse in silence 
and waited for further developments. 
But all is silence, so we gallop to the 
point from which the dogs were last 
heard. 
Then Bob gives tongue and we can 
plainly tell ’tis an interrogation and 
not the exultant trail cat. Sibbey and 
Queen answer, but they too, are in a 
questioning mood. Silence, deep silence, 
for the pack had prayed the oracle to 
speak, they wait his word to guide them 
to their quarry. F 
yaar they had not long to wait for 
their answer. Sagacious Tom with 
his long years of experience, boomed 
forth the information that he was ex- 
ercising the cat in a pear thicket half 
a mile away and that if they wanted 
to get in on the glory they’d have to 
hurry. Again the wayward hounds are 
in full ery running toward Tom, who 
occasionally answers to guide them on 
their way, until once more the melodi- 
ous pack cry comes as a blended chorus 
showing a united pack running truly 
behind a much fatigued and frightened 
cat. 
So it goes for the next half hour, 
first this way then that, we keeping as 
close to the dogs as the roads and trails 
permit. Suddenly the baying becomes 
louder and more eager so that we put 
our horses to the run for we know this 
change in tone and eagerness indicates 
a tired cat with the dogs closing in for 
the wind-up. As if at a given signal, 
all baying ceases and for a moment 
not a sound comes from the dogs. Then 
the stillness of the woods is broken by 
the sharp staccato bark of Sibbey con- 
trasted with the heavy, booming bark 
of Tom. 
After a brief ten minutes’ gallop 
along a narrow trail, we arrived at a 
point close to the barking dogs and dis- 
mountd to walk to them. There they 
were spread out in a circle at the foot 
of a twisted mesquite while we could 
just make out the dark form of a bob 
cat extended along a limb and silhou- 
etted against the silvery heavens. 
UEEN quitted her vigil and con- 
stituted herself a committee of one 
to welcome and guide us to the tree. 
Panting, slavering, growling, Bob sat 
directly under the cat and by his at- 
titude gave us the impression that he 
was sizing up his opponent to be and 
estimating the chances for a quick kill. 
Sibbey, tongue lolling, danced around 
on her hind legs, barking sharply and 
now and then made as if to climb the 
tree. A little apart, one eye closed, 
the other on his quarry, lay Tom. The 
panting, barking, growling dogs con- 
trasted sharply with the slinking, snarl- 
ing bundle of fur perched in the tree. 
Arrived at the tree and armed with 
my rifle, I proceeded to climb up and 
poke at Mr. Cat, who met my advances 
with ugly snarls and slaps at the rifle 
barrel, at the same time backing 
farther out on the limb. On the ground 
all was excitement. The dogs continu- 
ally changing position to keep under 
the cat. Finally the cat could retreat 
no more, and, evidently considering dis- 
cretion the better part of valor, whirled 
and sprang far out. 
But alas for him, old Tom, long 
schooled in just such manouevers nailed 
him as he hit the ground and stopped 
him long enough for the pack to seize 
when he retired in favor of the more 
ambitious and pugnacious youngsters. 
Bedlam broke loose for an instant, then 
only silence, deadly silence, broken now 
and then by Tom’s deep bay of en- 
couragement. At last Sibbey and 
Queen each have a hind leg securely 
stretched out and Boy, quitting his 
shoulder hold, drives in to take his pun- 
ishment and secures the strangle hold. 
He has it, though not without his share 
of scratches and O’Neill puts an end to 
the cat with a blow from his club. 
CURSORY examination shows 
only a few minor scratches on the 
dogs so we tie the cat on O’Neill’s 
saddle and start for home, well satis- 
fied with our night’s chase and the 
excellent work of the dogs, vowing 
that this shall only be the beginning 
and not the end. 
Applying Common Sense to 
the Game Question 
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preserves for their own stock range 
again. 
Let us look at this thing as a business 
proposition, if you will. 
OULD the West be half as attract- 
ive as it is or would it bring half 
as many people back year after year 
if it were not for its game? It cer- 
tainly would lose most of its interest 
when the game was gone. 
Is there a stock ranch anywhere in 
the west that can pay one-tenth as much 
It will identify you. 
