

““ HIGH GRADE SPORTING 
AND TARGET RIFLES 
of utmost accuracy, power, beauty and balance; built to 
order and also in stock. Specially designed fine quality 
sete which spells comfort for the hunter and camper. 
Kiderdown sleeping robes. Illustrated cireulars. 
GRIFFIN & HOWE, Inc. 236 East 39th Street 
NEW , YORKS Neeyva 
5 minutes from Grand Central Station 







King of Revohers’ 
Has allimprovements of 
finest Spanish & Ameri- Cl 
can guns, $35 value, left wheeler, 
removable plate, double safety, 
hand ejector, guaranteed never 
out of order, 6-shot, 32-20 or 88 cal. Send No 
Money. Pay on delivery $9.75 plus postage. 
Federal Mail Order Corg., 414 Broadw-y, New York, Dent E.70 
FIALA PATENT SLEEPING BAGS 
“Without doubt, you 


have the best light-weight 





bag on the market.'’ — DR. C. P. FORDYCE 
Scientifically Correct 
No dead air spaces to absorb moisture and odors. 
Every part can be sunned or washed. Weighs 5 Ibs. ; 
warm as 30 Ibs. of blankets. No hooks, strings or 
erude contraptions. : 
Write for circulars 


Mirakel 5x Prism Binoculars; gen- 
uine Jena; Explorers 5 oz. with case, 
Fiala high-grade .22 cal. Combination Rifle 
and Pistol, with 3 barrels. A $30 rifle at 
Camp, Touring or Expedition Equipment. 
furnish estimates. 
We have recently equipped 8 Exploring and 
Engineering Expeditions—also the Roosevelt party. 
ANTHONY FIALA 
25 Warren St. New York 

$22.50 
$18 
Let us 






FISHING TACKLE 
Deal Direct With the Manufacturers 
Our RODS. and REELS 
symbolize the highest 
achievement of the highly 
developed art of making 
TACKLE. We maintain our 
reputation by building hon- 
est goods and not permit- 
ting any defect to get by 
; our rigid inspection. If you 
find our name ona piece of 
Tackle you may bank on it—it’s perfect. 
Since 1867 this has been our policy. 
Edward vom Hofe & Company 
91 Fulton Street New York City 









JOHNSON’S SILVER MINNOW 
Does not spin and gather the weeds, 
but wiggles itself 
through. 
Sterling Silver Plated, highly polished. 
Bass Size, 2% ins., 5/16 oz., 65 cents. 
Muskie Size, 3% ins., % oz., 90 cents 
Your dealer, or direct from 
LOUIS JOHNSON 32! w. qa Bure St. 
SS 
Absolute Salety “Baby” Hammerless 
a EJECTOR REVOLVER 
Light in weight, 6 0z.; small in size, 
4” long; takes 6 22 capes long shells, 
Excellent for ladies, gives full pro- 
tection to the sportsman and camper 
against intruders. Fine for small game. Blued 
or Nickel finish. Postpaid $6.00. 
R. F. SEDGLEY, INC., 2304 N. [6th ST., PHILA., PA. 
Bass "*.Pike Bite 
like Hungry Bears on the new WASP PLUG 





(Pat. Pdg.). Comes in Fly Rod Size or 
regular casting size. The new design of 
this bait gives it the best motion at slow 
speed. Has proved a great killer for 
bass. Finishes: Red head, white body; 
frog; hornet; perch; ete. From your 
dealer or sent postpaid 75e. State size 
and color wanted when ordering. 
“~ 
DELAWARE MFG CO. 
119 Leroy St. Binghamton N.Y 
068 
In writing to Advertisers mention Forest and Stream. 
Big Bear Trout 
A Trip to the Rainbow Waters of the West 
By GERALD E. PHARAOH 
IG BEAR LAKE is a picturesque 
spot in the San Bernardino Moun- ° 
tains. Here one may go to rest and 
enjoy beautiful scenery as well as 
splendid trout fishing without spending 
a small fortune. 
One day last season we phoned 
Mr. Small, who is proprietor of the 
Golden Horseshoe Camp, in regard to 
a trip. Starting in the evening we 
arrived at our destination at about 
eleven o’clock. We found our cabin 
snug and warm. 
Next morning, after a hearty break- 
fast, we hurried to the lake anxious to 
feel the thrill of a fighting, leaping rain- 
bow. 
We had secured two boats: one for 
Dick, as he believes in fishing alone 
when after the old warriors. My wife 
and I, after arranging our fishing 
tackle and wiping the frost from the 
seats of the boat, were just about ready 
to push away from the landing when 
Dick said, “did you see that big fellow 
jump?” The fish had jumped for a fly 
just the other side of a weed patch a 
short distance from us. I told him that 
I had heard the splash but did not see 
the fish, but that I thought it was a bass 
since several had been taken from this 
bay lately. 
My wife suggested that we try to 
catch some. I secured a plug on my 
wife’s line. Dick and I were already 
equipped, using Bass-Orenos. After 
casting around the weeds, close in 
shore, for some little time without a 
strike, I had about decided to try troll- 
ing for trout and forget the bass, when 
my wife’s reel sang a song which is 
music to an angler’s ear. 
My wife, very anxious to see the fish 
that was on her line, reeled in swiftly, 
forcing the fish with main strength. 
Thanks to the strong line and sturdy 
casting rod they both held. 
The fish circled and went under the 
boat. As it passed I was-sure that it 
was a trout and a beauty. 
While coaching my wife, as luck 
would have it, the fish headed for deep 
water. It was after a few minutes of 
hard battling that we managed to get 
him headed into the landing net. Then 
striking the fish a hard blow on the 
head we laid him on the bottom of the 
boat and admired his beautiful color- 
ing. He was a rainbow for sure. 
After Dick had watched the battle 
with many remarks such as “Hold his 
head up!” “Watch him, he is going out 
to sea!” etc., he rowed over to view 

oad 
Women enjoy angling quite as much as 
men. 
the catch, which he admitted was cer- 
tainly a beauty. 
Dick laughingly said that he was go- 
ing to keep after the one that he saw 
jump, as he was sure it was much larger 
than the one which we had caught. So he 
rowed over to the spot in which he had 
been casting. My wife and I continued 
casting along the shore as we felt sure 
the trout were feeding in shallow water. 
We had not gone far when I cast near 
a stump which I was almost certain was 
the home of a good sized trout. It 
proved to be for I had just started to 
retrieve my bait when there was a 
mighty rush and a splash. The battle 
was on. He first made a run of twenty 
or thirty feet, then leaping into the 
air shook himself for all he was worth, 
endeavoring to free himself from the 
deadly plug, but he was well hooked in 
the tough part of the jaw. He fought 
back and forth for a few minutes, but 
I could see each rush growing weaker. 
As I reached for the net, I heard my 
wife exclaim that she had a strike. and 
she surely did. Looking over my shoul- 
der, one eye on the fish that I had on 
my line and the other on the one which 
she was fighting, I knew that he was a 
real fish from the song that her reel 
was singing. 

I told her to fight the fish and not 
It will identify you, 


