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Distributing Salmon. 
Caprrota, Cal., July 9.—Editor Forest and 
Stream: During the month of June | distributed 
into the streams of this county (Santa Cruz) 
205 cans of trout and silver salmon fry. “Each 
can contained from 2,000 to 3,000 fry. Besides 
the fry distributed by myself, many thousands 
were distributed directly from the hatchery by 
Superintendent Shebley. 
During the month of June I also made SIX 
arrests for violation of the fish laws and secured 
a conviction in each case, the aggregate filles 
being $145. 
The summer run of quinnat salmon in Mon- 
terey Bay began a few days ago. Eighteen sal- 
mon and a number of white sea bass were taken 
here to-day. I look for the ‘catch to increase 
from day to day and for the run to continue 
until September. 
Quail have nested well*this year and I look 
for good sport both in the streams and in the 
fields of this county during the fall months. 
WALTER R. WELCH, 
County Warden. 

New England Angling and Anglers. 
Boston, July 13.—Editor_ Forest and Stream: 
The head waters of the Connecticut River, in 
the extreme northern part of New Hampshire, 
are surrounded by a country which, for primitive 
wildness and beauty of scenery, is unsurpassed. 
The isolation of the region is the more as- 
tonishing when one considers how many years 
sportsmen have been going there. For some 
reason unknown the so-called summer people 
have drifted to the west or the east, leaving 
this beautiful section like an oasis between two 
tides of travel, with the gratifying result that 
the sportsmen—ever anxious for seclusion and 
quiet—have not been chased out as they have 
in many other places equally as promising. It 
is still seventeen miles by team from the nearest 
railroad station—West Stewartstown—as it was 
twenty-five years ago, to First Connecticut Lake. 
No parlor car to the door of a fashionable hotel, 
but a long ride to a comfortable set of camps 
on the shore of the lake. From this po:nt, to 
the camp at Second Lake is about nine miles 
and several miles further to Third Lake, the 
real fountain head of the Connecticut. High 
elevation, deep forests and good fishing and 
shooting all contribute to make the entire region 
ideal, and many of the men who go up there 
year after year refuse to ever consider a change. 
There are many particularly good side trips, 
one of which is a tramp of twelve miles, starting 
in at Second Lake and coming out on the shore 
of the famous Parmacheene. To the west and 
north some excellent streams and cold spring 
water ponds furnish good trout fishing. Ten 
years ago Mr. A. E. Stearns, of Andover, Mass., 
and Prof. Harris began to visit the Connecti- 
cut Lakes country. They have explored every 
nook and corner of the region, and it is doubt- 
ful if there is a guide as well posted as they.. 
Each gentleman has since built a camp on First 
Lake. Prof. Harris has been domiciled there 
for some time, and Mr. Stearns, accompanied 
by his family, left on July 8, intending to stay 
two months. Mr. James Aiken, of Franklin, 
N. H., spends several weeks each summer at 
the lakes, putting in much of the time at Third 
Lake, where he has always had excellent trout 
fishing. Another visitor is Judge Aldrich, of 
the United States Court at Boston, who spends 
a few weeks at his camp each season, enjoying 
both the fishing and shooting. 
With a party of four, Mr. A. L. Ripley, of 
Roston, left on July 15 for the Bonaventure 
River for the salmon fishing. This stream— 
flowing into the Bay of Chaleur—is usually at 
its best in July, and although recognizing the 
season as one of much uncertairity, the party 
is nevertheless looking forward to good sport. 
Mr. Herbert W: Northey, of Salem, leaves on 
July 16 for a camping and fishing trip. With his 
euide he will start in at Stratton, Maine, going 
through the Dead River and finally into Big 
Spencer and Attean Lakes. He is undecided 
whether to go down the Moose River from this 
point into Moosehead Lake or take train back 

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to Megantic and work down through the Seven 
Ponds country to Rangeley. The latter route 
will probably be his choice, and the entire plan 
as mapped out will carry him through the most 
picturesque part of the State and a section where 
the fishing w_ll be reliable every day. 
Mr. W. P. Robinson and son, of Melrose, 
left on July 15 for Pierce Pond, Maine. It will 
be their first visit to this part of the State and 
their intentions are to effect the capture of some 
of the big salmon and squaretails at Pierce and 
to try the trout fishing in the two Otter ponds 
and in other waters. 
When a Boston man begins to get the New- 
foundland fever, the first advice he gets from his 
friends is to “go and see Daggett.” Having 
talked with him, he needs no further informa- 
tion, for it is conceded that F. J. Daggett is a 
storehouse of knowledge on the certaint.es and 
possibilities of salmon fishing on the island. He 
has been going there for years, and has always 
been wonderfully successful. Mrs. Daggett 
likes the sport about as well as her husband and 
lands nearly as many fish. They will leave on 
July 16 for a month’s stay, stopping chiefly at 
Robinson's. HACKLE. 
Fly-Fishing for Mackerel. 
Los AnceEtes, Cal., July 6—Editor Forest and 
Stream: To the man who has wandered far 
through the mountains of the west or through 
the more peaceful brooks of the eastern States 
and of Scotland, the idea of fishing in the sea 
with a fly must seem almost ridiculous. But | 
and many others who are in the secret have had 
great sport catching the famous food fish in this 
manner off the coast of southern California. 
In the South Pacific mackerel are not the 
article of commercial value that they are in other 
seas, and the greater part of the fishing done in 
the western ocean for them is for sport or to 
fill the larder. 
* When mackerel run in great hordes into the 
channel between the coast of California and the 
Catalina chain of islands a score of miles out, 
they are either so fat and so filled with feeding 
on their way up from the Lower California coast 
that they will not even dook at the best bait in 
the world, or else they are so ravenously hungry 
from their long journey that they will jump like 
bass at a-bit of red rag. I have sat in a boat 
midway out in the channel, the sun shining 
brightly overhead and the day ideal, when the 
mackerel, big five and six pounders, were pass 

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ine by thousands, from five to ten feet down, 
and when I dangled down: among them the finest 
bait known to the mackerel tribe—strips of flesh 
cut from the sides of other mackerel and put on 
the hook so that one end sways about in the 
water—not a bite could I get. They would swim 
leisurely up to the bait, even poke it aside with 
their but would not take hold of it. 1 
tried everything, and only one fish did I catch 
all afternoon. 
On other days I have caught mackerel till, my 
arms ached, with only a piece of red rag. Of 
course the fishing with a fly for mackerel 1s all 
“wet” fishing. Your sea fish, however, strikes 
every bit as hard as a trout of his weight, and, 
while he does not put up the fight that the steel 
head or the Dolly Varden would, he is neverthe 
less a gamy fighter. 
Take.a light trout rod and put on a light gut 
noses, 
leader with a small hook and a large fly, pre 
ferably red, though white does very well on 
cloudy days, and then, rowing out a few hun 
dred yards in a light boat, draw the fly through 
the water slowly, and I will guarantee you will 
have as much fun as you have had on many a 
day along the banks of some stream in the moun- 
tains. 
One sunny afternoon at Redondo the whart 
fishermen were catching five and six pounders 
I got one of the little open boats which the fish- 
ermen trail after their sloops, and rowing out 
about three hundred yards, I got out a light out 
fit and put over a home made fly, bigger than 
the average horsefly and as gaudy red as dye 
could make it. On the end of the line was a 
light sinker, with the gut of the fly attached to 
a ring in the lower end of the lead. All this 
sinker is good for is to carry out the fly. It is 
of no use in keeping the fly under water, for 
your lure is always in motion and will stay under 
the surface itself. 
I cast out some thirty-five feet and drew the 
fly slowly in. Once, twice and no strike, but 
the third time, about fifteen feet from the boat, 
there came a real strike. When I got him in 
he weighed two pounds and was about the aver 
age of the largest I caught that afternoon. The 
small ones I threw back, and I fished only about 
three hours, but I had twenty-two as nice mack 
erel as one could wish to catch. There are very 
few, however, who know of this game of fly-fish- 
ing in: salt water; in fact, I have told it to some 
old dyed-in-the-wool Down East trout fishermen 
who-have told me I was romancing. But I was 
not. Harry H. DuNN 

