
The Wiggler That Fools’em All 
New Wiggle Fish 

Weight 3%, oz. 
No. 2400 
Length of body BY) ii in. Price $1.25 
The undeniable Champion of all Wigglers! 
With its quick, flashy, flexible, minnow-like 
movement, the New Wiggle Fish easily fools 
‘em all and becomes the most deadly killer of 
Bass, Pickerel, Pike and Muskies! Its double- 
jointed construction, wagging, fluted, nickeled 
tail and patented mouthpiece gives it a fast 
swimming movement not found in any other 
lure! And like all Creek Chub creations, the 
New Wiggle Fish is beautifully colored and 
shaped to look exactly like a living, breathing, 
wiggling minnow! Be sure to get one of 
these wiggling wonders for your first fishing 
trip! 
Baby Wiggle Fish 
Weight % oz. Length of body 2% in. 
No. 2500—Price $1.15 
Made just like its larger brother, 
equipped with only onetreble hook. Furnished 
with single or double hook when so ordered! 
For Flyrod Anglers 
F lyrod 
Froggie 
F-80 Green Meadow Frog 
F-81 Brown Meadow Frog 
Price 75c. 
but is 

Flyrod Anglers, Take 
Notice! Here’s a real 
gets the Bass—not the Weeds! Looks, floats 
and actually kicks and swims like a frog! 
Length of body 1 inch! A wonderful com- 
panion to the famous Flyrod Crawdad all 
Weedless beauty! It 
anglers like so well! 
New Husky Pikie 
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Weight 114 oz. No. 2300 
Length of Sag 6 in. Price $1.35 
Another Pikie! ‘‘Nuff Sed!’ Just like the 
Famous Pikie Minnow only larger with heavier 
hooks, etc. You'll need one when you go after 
the BIG FISH! 
The Famous Pikie Minnow 
No. 700 Weight %4 oz. Price $1.00. 
Known as the greatest Fish Getter in every 
part of the country. 
Floating Injured Minnow 

The old fightin’ Bass aren’t going to let this 
easy meal get away from them—if they can 
help it. Represents a minnow just about all 
in, but able to make a little fuss on the sur- 
face. A proven deadly killer wherever fish 
are found. You're losing fish until you get one. 
Get any of these real fish getters from your 
dealer or direct from us! Everyone guaran- 
teed to be satisfactory to you in.every respect 
or money refunded! Dealers sell our baits 
under this guarantee. 
Creek Chub Bait Company 
173 So. Randolph St. Garrett, Ind. 
DA aS 
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In writing to Advertisers mention Forest and Streain, 
On an Ozark Stream 
How Bass, Turkeys and Ducks Figured 
Prominently in a Good Days Sport’s 
By B. EARNEST 
OVEMBER the tenth, crisp and 
clear, with the sun’s rays just 
climbing above the Ozark Hills 
as Bob and I left the club house. I 
was carrying my light sixteen, fishing 
rods, tackle box, and camera. He had 
his heavy twelve gauge pump, a pail 
of fine “slickies,’” and the noon-day 
lunch kit. We were bound for the early 
morning duck shooting, then a day of 
fishing in Lake Taneycomo. But the 
weather had been too fine; there were 
no ducks in that morning, only a 
straggler here and there along the 
bank. 
“Let’s go below the dam and try the 
fishing,” said Bob, “then when the sun 
warms things a bit, we’ll row up to 
Chapman’s Cove, put out our decoys, 
and have lunch up Chapman’s hollow.” 
“All right,” I responded, “but there’ll 
be no duck shooting today unless it be 
a straggler. Might as well leave my 
gun in the locker.” 
Woe is me that I failed to leave my 
number sixteen shells with the gun. 
The bass were not striking below the 
dam, and we soon abandoned this favor- 
ite fishing hole. The lake was as still 
and blue as a summer day with the 
wonderful haze which 
still lingered from Oc- 
tober, and the exhilarat- 
ing atmosphere which is 
nowhere quite so “drink- 
able’ as in the Ozarks. 
Rowing slowly up the 
lake we enjoyed to the 
full the landscape that, 
though familiar in a 
thousand moods, never 
palls. Its autumn colors, 
a bit sobered, still flamed 
on the hillsides, here and 
there pierced by gray 
turrets of stone, like 
weatherworn castles, 
This is a picture one can 
only feel, not put into 
words. 
WO miles up the lake, 
we turned _ into 
Chapman’s Cove, set our 
decoys at the mouth; 
then drifted on up the 
cove for a short distance, 
baited our hooks with 
“slickies,” and prepared 
to enjoy to the full some 
delightfully lazy _ still 
fishing. 
It was not destined to be “still,” how- 
ever. Bob’s reel suddenly gave a loud 
“zip,” and he began a series of reeling 
and unreeling. I knew from the strain 
on his rod that it was a bass and a 
good one, though even the small bass 
make a good fight in these waters, es- 
pecially late in the fall and early in the 
spring, and I have even seen a large 
crappie put up a fight that gives one 
an instant’s thrill. He darted this way 
and that, Bob playing him with that 
skill of which he is master, but finally 
he became weary and his captor led 
him gently to the side of the boat and 
lifted him in. He weighed about two 
pounds. Bob hardly had him strung 
” 
when my own reel sang its warning. 
HAVE never had better bass fishing 
so late in the season than we had 
that morning. I have caught more fish 
in a day but these were all fine fel- 
lows and as game as one could wish. 
We could hardly make up our minds to 
stop for lunch, but these days in the 
open make food a joy, and we finally 
drifted on up to the end of the cove. 
Here came down to meet the water 
a regular Rip Van Winkle hollow with 

Stepping ashore with a good load of satisfaction 
It will identify you. 
