
Juty 20, 1907.] 
FOREST AND STREAM. 

the market-fisherman who may very properly 
and consistently brag of the day’s ‘killing’; and 
when it comes to mere ‘tonnage’ the two last- 
named have the amateur sportsman whipped to 
a standstill. One good game fish landed on 
tackle which give it four chances out of five 
to get away is worth a hundred reeled in on 
a ‘winch’ and miniature window cord. 
“There are many difficulties in the way of 
light-tackle tarpon fishing at the Pass, chief of 
which are the peculiar conditions under which 
the fish ‘must be fought, the breakers and un- 
certain sea; all of which, however, make the 
winning of the club’s gold button all the more 
creditable.” 
Fishing for Trout and Catching a Bear 
Betvipere, N. J., July 1.—Editor Forest and 
Stream: It was cold. The wind was blowing a 
gale from the north, but we had waited long and 
patiently for the trout season and then waited 
long and patiently for trout weather, and now 
not even a blizzard could stop us. We packed 
our wheels and started through the mud with the 
wind on our backs. In a very short time we 
sailed up to the station and dismounted from our 
four miles of rough road, congratulating our- 
selves that the road from Pocono Summit to 
Stauffer’s was smooth as the best park track}: 
but when we stepped out of the train we realized 
that the gale that had pushed us so nicely to the 
train was now in our faces, and with the clear 
sweep over the mountain top made wheeling al- 
most impossible. Six.miles of almost uninter- 
rupted pushing brought us at length to that royal 
resting place of tired and hungry fishermen, 
Stauffer’s. Somehow the genial proprietor had 
managed to combine the comforts of civilization, 
steam heat, electric lights and automobile trans- 
portation, with the freedom and simplicity of the 
true hunting and fishing resort. The hearty wel- 
come and the prospect of a good dinner softened 
the shock of the announcement, ‘No fishing, oh, 
it is too cold; nobody got a touch yesterday. 
There will be a frost again to-night.” 
An hour before dinner had to be utilized and 
we put our rods together while the fishermen 
looked on us with sympathizing pity. When we 
returned an hour later there were general ex- 
clamations of astonishment. “That is the biggest 
trout I have seen in five years. Say, Barney, 
measure him.” 
Dinner waited while the large-hearted Barney 
brought from the recesses of his pocket a steel 
rule. With the utmost care and precision he 
measured the monster and then stepped back and 
announced, ‘Nineteen and a half.” 
“Oh, that’s impossible. Try it again.” 
Again the cigar box was pushed up to the nose 
and a pencil mark placed at the tail, “I am right, 
gentlemen, just nineteen and a half.” 
It is only justice to my good friend to say that 
at least three of those inches are to be credited 
to Barney’s warm heart, or else the fish shrank 
wonderfully on the way home. : 
In the afternoon we explored the new road 
which Mr. Stauffer has made along the side of 
Lake Pocono. More beautiful sites for camps 
and cottages are not to be found in the moun- 
tain. 
We had just passed out of the dining room and 
were wondering if the wind would ever stop’ 
blowing, when in rushed a boy with a cry of 
“Bear. Right over there by that house.” No one 
stopped for details. We rushed along before that 
gale on our wheels, a close second to Stauffer’s 
auto and came up all standing in front of the 
store, for there was the bear securely wrapped in 
burlap—a little black fellow looking very much 
astonished at the situation. The cowardly mother 
had fled and left her cub to struggle with the 
mysteries of the garden fence, and finally to be 
captured. We held a council of war, and con 
cluded that the cub might be comforted by an 
automobile ride and the honor of being the first 
wild bear in the world to ride that way. The 
Sacred Writer has foretold that the time will 
come when “the lion and the lamb shall lie down 
together.” It must be at hand, now that the bear 
has ridden in the automobile and a chauffeur: has 
guided them. 
We telephoned to inquire if the stern laws of 
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Pennsylvania would permit us to play foster 
mother to the cub until such time as he could 
take care of himself without the unnatural mother 
who had deserted him, but alas, we found that in 
that State the letter is above the spirit, and that 
we must return the cub to the forest to starve 
or face a fine of fifty dollars. “Well, we took 
the liberty of giving him a good night’s lodging 
and a bowl of milk, 
The next morning, although the gale was still 
blowing fiercely, we landed ten or a dozen Weau- 
tiful- trout, mounted our wheels and drifted be- 
fore the wind to the station with a fine basket of 
fish and a new bear story. J. pE HArtT BrUEN. 

Staten Island Fishing. 
Editor Forest and Stream: 
I suppose the salt-water anglers of Forrest 
AND STREAM will -be glad to read that the fishing 
is good in the Raritan and Prince’s bays. ‘Any 
one can come here and be assured of good suc- 
cess. From Great Kills: (Gifford’s station) to 
Ward's Point (Tottenville) the fishing is excel- 
lent. On the other side of the bay good sport 
can be had trolling for bluefish from Cheese- 
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Fly-fishing on ihe Delaware River. 
DARLING. 
quake Creek on toward Sandy. Hook. While I 
am not a very enthusiastic salt-water fisherman, 
[ like to see other people enjoy it. 
I was educated in fishing on mountain trout 
streams and I cannot get used to the hot sun 
and glassy salt water. I do not find this sport 
nearly as good as to wade a trout brook where 
once ina while you will come across a partridge 
that pretends to be injured or a squirrel will 
scold and dispute your right of way—but those 
things are foreign to this article. 
Yesterday, the 12th, four large menhaden 
steamers and three sloops came in to Prince’s 
3ay, threw their nets overboard and cleaned the 
“oreen.”’ It is just as handy for them to catch 
a whole school of weak or bluefish as it is to 
catch menhaden, and they do it. Yesterday 
weakfish were brought ashore from the men- 
haden fisherman weighing 8% pounds. — Just 
think of it! What sport some one would have 
had playing such a fish for half an hour, and 
to think that these devilish drag nets are allowed 
to take a ton of these fish in about the same 
time and then dump them in the stink hole 
of the steamer to be ground up with menhaden. 
Bluefish were caught just the same and treated 
in the same manner, although I am told some of 
the large 7 or 8-pound bluefish were brought 
ashore and raffled off at 5 to 10 cents a chance. 
A State game protector is situated in Richmond 
county, and to see such splendid specimens of 
our salt-water game fish destroyed in this man- 
ner, makes me and hundreds of others cuss. 
[ think it is a damnable shame. I do not 
blame our chief protector. . He has not an all 
seeing eye, and he cannot be all over the State’s 
land and water the same day.’ He must depend 
on eflicient subordinates, si 


a = ae eeGamsey ST \y 
There has been a lot of correspondence in the 
English papers on “What is a Salmon Fly:’ since 
the decision of one of the courts in ac 
hinging on a device used in salmon fishing. It 
appears that it consisted of a hook and feather 
dressing of a sort, but there were other attach- 
ments not generally conceded to be parts of a 
salmon fly. Comments ranged all the way from 
grave to gay, and the following letter, from the 
Fishing Gazette, not altogether unlike 
of, the testimonial letters one reads now and then: 
“A recent law case which was reported in your 
paper concerning the use of a leaded salmon fly 
has suggested to me that there is a great scarcity 
of this class of fly advertised in any of the tackle 
makers’ lists. I have, therefore, invented a new 
fly, which called the ‘Willkilonything. The 
body is of hollow silver plate, and is fitted with 
a small six-cylinder engine, burning odorless 
paraffin and driving twin screws. This etiables 
one to get out a long line with great ease, and 
is particularly useful when fishing fn a casting 
competition with a cane-built rod against a man 
like Enright, armed with a ‘greenheart. The fly 
swims well, as it has a keel composed of sixteen 

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triangles and two razor-blade fins. At the head 
of the fly is a hollow compartment, containing 
two harpoons, a detonator, and a small charge 



of nitro glycerine, which can be fired easily by 
means of a small battery on the reverse lever of 
my automatic quick-return winch Fishing re 
cently with a well-advertised cane-built rod, | 
killed a 20-pound clean-run spring fish in heavy 
water in .064 of a second. In spite of this heavy 
wear the rod is as straight as a corkscrew. 
“Tt is most unquestionably a fly, as there are 
two feathers of the white variety on its nose.” 
Shortly after the recent appearance of a new 
edition of Izaak Walton’s “Compleat Angler,” 
a press clipping bureau addressed a letter to him, 
containing the unusual offer to furnish clippings, 
etc., but it is not of record that the communica 
tion has been delivered. 
In one of the foreign sportsmen’s papers a 
paragraph appears over the signature of a well- 
known contributor, and on first reading one is 
impressed with the fact that it seems familiar. 
It was copied almost verbatim from one of our 
nature fake books, and is of course a tall yarn 
about birds. Even if the writer who pirated the 
story suffers no conscience pangs, the harm of 
the original book is spread, for it is to be as 
sumed that anything a department writer makes 
public will in a sense be accepted as if stamped 
by him as a fact. 
k 
[It was at an inn in Scotland that an appar 
ently disgruntled guest left the following lines: 
Your salmon are so fat and red, 
Your fowls so lean and blue, 
Shows which by Providence were fed 
And which-:were fed by you. 
GRIZZLY KING. 

