JAMISON BARBLESS 
The Hook with the Hump 



Humane—Sportsmanlike—Effective 




Size 1/0. f 
Price per dozen, ety 
30c 1924. 



































CATCH MORE FISH 


Vastly superior penetrations enables you to 
securely hook many more fish, and as Mr. 
Jamison’s Barbless holds them safely,evenon 
a slack line, you will catch more fish and you 
can return the smallones uninjured, and thus 
Help Save the Fishing 
Fly Hooks Nos. 6, 8, 10, 12 and 14, 
Per dozen, 25c. Per 100, $1.75 
We have no Hooks with Guts 

Highest Grade Wet Flies 
No. 8, No. 10 and No. 12 turned down 
eye Jamison Barbless Hooks to gut. 
Beaver Kill % March Brown 
* Black Gnat Montreal 
Brown Hackle %* Professor 
Cahill Parmachenee Belle 
Coachman Queen of Waters 
%Cowdung Red Ant 
Evening Dun Red Ibis 
Ginger Quill % Reuben Wood 
%Gray Hackle % Royal Coachman 
Grizzly King Silver Doctor 
Hares Ear -Wickham’s Fancy 
x%Jamison McGinty Willow Fly 
Five for $1.00 or $2.25 per doz. 
*Alsoin Dry Fly, no gut, $2.50 doz. 

Jamison Inverted Bass Flies 
Made on 1/0 Jamison Barbless Hook. For 
either Bait Casting or Fly Casting. 
Major Hawes Royal Coachman 
Black Gnat Gray Palmer 
Coachman McGinty 
Col. Fuller Red Ibis 
Montreal White Miller 
Par. Belle Yellow May 
Lord Baltimore 
Price 35c each, $4.20 doz. 
Professor 

Send for the proof in interesting testimonial 
letters from such nationally known author- 
ities as Dr. Jas. A. Henshall, Dr. Henry 
Van Dyke, Will H. Dilg, James Oliver Cur- 
wood, Fred N. Peet, Edw. G. Taylor, Bob 
Becker, Sheridan R. Jones, O. W. Smith, 
Robert Page Lincoln, ‘‘ Wisconsin Cal’’ . 
Johnson, “‘ Ozark Ripley,’ Frank Stick, 
and others. 
CHARTER 
MEMBER 
IZAAK 
Catalog of Barbless Flies, and 
Hooks, Shannon Twin Spin- 
ners, Coaxer Baits, Silk Cast- 
ing Lines, etc. 

THE 
W. J. JAMISON CO. 
739 S. California Ave. 
‘CHICAGO, ILL. 
In writing to Advertisers mention Forest and Stream. 

The Grand Cascapedia from Douglas Beck, looking up-stream 
A Letter from W.B. Mershon 
OT long ago you reviewed my lat- 
N est book ‘Recollections of My 
Fifty Years Hunting and Fish- 
ing,” so I do not think it will be out of 
place or -look mercenary if [ give to 
FOREST AND STREAM readers an oppor- 
tunity of reading some of the letters I 
have received from fellow sportsmen, 
not only friends but also strangers, 
from various parts of the United 
States. I think that they are extremely 
interesting. 
Readers of the book will recall the 
experience that my friend W. J. H. had 
with the salmon while fishing on the 
Grand Cascapedia River, Quebec, as my 
guest some years ago, where, after play- 
ing the salmon some time, the action of 
the fish denoted something wrong, and 
finally, when it did leap into the air, 
brought up with the line a wire barrel 
hoop that it had run through. To meat 
that time this seemed like finding a 
needle in a haystack, but a correspon- 
dent from New London, Conn., and 
Clinch, whose salmon article appeared 
in FOREST AND STREAM for August, both 
have had this barrel hoop experience. 
Here is an extract from a letter from 
P. L. Harwood of New London, Conn. 
“Your experience with the salmon 
which went through the wire hoop 
might sound like an impossibility, but 
it reminds me of an experience which 
I had a few years ago fishing for land- 
locked salmon at the mouth of Grand 
Lake, New Brunswick. 
“fT ARRIVED at ‘Mushies’ Camp’ at 
the dam in the evening, and as there 
was a beautiful moon decided to fish a 
little bit before turning in. I cast a 
fly in the quick waters below the dam 
and immediately struck a salmon. I 
had neither guide, net nor gaff and fol- 
lowed my fish down-stream expecting to 
kill him at the big pool at the foot of 
the quick water. The salmon made a 
turn through the eddy and I had the 
weird experience of seeing the salmon 
jumping in the middle of the stream, 
while apparently my rod and line were 
at right angles to his position. He broke 
away and I discovered that he had 
gone through a small wire barrel hoop 
_which for some unaccountable reason 
was wedged in the rocks in an upright 
position.” 
A delightful letter that carries the 
flavor of old times comes from Haver- 
hill, Mass., in part as follows: 
“While many sportsmen have an ob- 
servant eye, it is only the occasional 
one who has the literary ability and en- 
terprise to combine his experience be- 
tween covers as a treat for his fellows, 
and we who like to read as well as shoot 
welcome such a book, for they are now- 
adays all too few. 
“Most of those who in the past did 
it are now no more, and those 
who remain are for the most part too 
old to wield an active pen. Through 
contributions to FOREST AND STREAM 
your name has been familiar to me for 
many years and I read again with 
added interest Mr. Hough’s recountal 
of his grouse and quail hunt with you 
and ‘The Pilgrimage of the Saginaw 
Crowd,’ for there is nothing that thrills 
me so much as the rustle of a game 
bird’s wing. I sincerely mourned the 
passing of Emerson Hough. Though I 
never had the pleasure of meeting him, 
we enjoyed correspondence from time 
to time and I recall he provided me 
once with a type of mosquito-proof tent 
he had used when up in the Arctic 
Girclen* 2 3* 
“Those pleasant memories of the 
Michigan grayling brought up again 
the names of Fred Mather, Dan Fitz- 
hugh and Dan’s favorite guide, the 
master woodman, ‘Len’ Jewel, and so 
whetted my appetite for their acquaint- 
ance again in print that I left camp 
where I am now writing this and went 
It will identify you. 
