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[Ocr. 19, 1907. 

companied by a special certificate or diploma 
suitably inscribed and bearing the signatures of 
the officers of the congress. 
Communications regarding the congress should 
be addressed to Secretary-General, International 
Fishery Congress, Washington, D. C., U. S. A. 
For the United States Bureau of Fisheries, 
George M. Bowers, United States Commissioner 
of Fisheries; for the Committee of Organization 
of the Fourth International Fishery Congress, 
Herman C. Bumpus, Director of the American 
Museum of Natural History, president of the 
congress; for the American Fisheries Society, 
Hugh M. Smith, president of the society, secre- 
tary-general of the congress. 

New England Angling and Anglers. 
30sToN, Oct. 12.—Editor Forest and Stream: 
Pickerel fishing is usually classed as pretty tame 
sport by anglers, and such classification is cor- 
rect when applied to the ordinary pond pickerel 
ranging from one to three pounds in weight, It 
is quite another matter to drop a line into water 
when there is a sure enough chance of getting 
a pickerel anywhere from eight to fifteen pounds. 
Many fishermen are much surprised when told 
that this fish reaches such proportions in eastern 
waters, and yet they need only go to Lake Cham- 
plain or Lake George to establish the fact. <A 
12-pounder taken on a light rod gave me a most 
stubborn and gruelling fight not long ago at Lake 
George, and another of fifteen pounds was taken 
at the same place about a week earlier. These 
fish will take a mammoth bait; in fact, it seems 
quite useless to try for them with the ordinary 
size lure. To Mr, C. L. Beach, of Providence, 
R. I., the size of these fish is tempting, and he 
is at Lake Champlain determined to devote two 
weeks to an effort to capture the big fellows. 
Mr. David N. Pratt, of Somerville, has just 
returned from Nova Scotia where he has been 
fishing on the Tusket River for trout. He also 
tried several lakes in the same region and re- 
turned home well pleased. 
Mr. A. S. Foster and H. C. Anderson, of 
Boston, and Dr. Dart, of Tuxedo Park, N. Y., 
have returned from Newfoundland. They had 
fourteen days fishing the pools of the Little Cod- 
roy and Big Codroy. The largest fish, weighing 
22 pounds, was landed by Dr. Dart in one of 
the pools of Little River. Mr. Anderson’s 
largest fish was fourteen pounds. Mr. Foster 
landed twenty fish in all, none exceeding ten 
pounds. For a first trip this’ certainly was doing 
well and all the party were satisfied. Mr. Foster 
is already planning a trip for next year, but 
says if he goes again he will leave about July 
10, which he believes—everything considered— 
to be the best time. Previous to that there are 
more anglers on the rivers, and as the pools are 
limited in number the opportunities to fish are 
much better a little later when there are a less 
number of rods on the streams. 
Now that the frosty mornings and evenings 
of October have come the smelt are coming in 
shore and catches of many dozens are being 
made. 
Mr. and Mrs. F. H. Talcott, of Lexington, 
have been in camp for three weeks at Carry 
Ponds, Maine. Mr. Talcott fishes with the fly 
only, and during his stay reached the daily limit 
on two or three occasions. He had the hardest 
time to get fish the day before he left for home. 
Desiring some to take away he spent nearly the 
entire day casting, but they would not come. The 
weather was cold and windy and he was about 
to give up when he happened to cast into what 
appeared a most unlikely place. Instantly his 
fly was taken, and out of two holes close to- 
gether he hooked and landed the limit of twenty- 
five fish. 
C. A. Lane and E. Henry Stone, of Win- 
chester, Mass.; F. W. Pray and Pray Wadham, 
of Newton; C. P. Goss, Melrose, and Henry 
Howes, of Brookline, have returned from Maine. 
The party fished Rowe, Bean and Jewett ponds. 
Mr. Lane was high line for the trip. Ruffed 
grouse were in evidence close to the camp every 
day, and the party were astonished to note the 
number of beavers, seeing some most every time 
they were out fishing. HACKLE, 
Boston Single Hook Club. 
Tue Herald of last Sunday contained the fol- 
lowing, which came from Boston: 
The spirit of Izaak Walton has been revived 
in Boston by the formation of a new anglers’ 
organization composed of fifty New England 
devotees of the rod and reel and known as the 
Single Hook Club. 
Dr. Frank Mackie Johnson, author of “Forest, 
Lake and River,’ and one of the most expert 
fishermen in the country, has started this new 
organization, which aims to develop the spirit 
of true sportsmanship among anglers. 
The club already numbers among its members 
nearly all the best known anglers in New Eng- 
land, including Dr. Heber Bishop, Pierce J. Luce, 
Richard Kilduff, Toby N. Genoud and many 
others. 
Dr. Bishop is the “single hook’ advocate who 
recently landed a 36-pound salmon in Labrador 
after a fight lasting seven hours, He never kills 
a female fish. He never takes a fish with any 
device except a single hook, and recently he has 
gone a step further and catches all his fish with 
a barbless hook, 
With the exception of the latter departure all 
these rules have been made the tenets of the 
Single Hook Club, and the organization is now 
allied with the Megantic Club and other sports- 
man’s clubs of New England in efforts to bring 
about a reform in the modern methods of ang- 
ling. 
The members of this organization will meet 
several times each year, partly for social rea- 
sons, but primarily to promote true anglers’ 
spirit. 
Persons who fish otherwise than acording to 
the rules of the Single Hooker are regarded by 
the club members as fishermen and not as sports- 
men anglers. 
30th Dr. Johnson and Dr. Bishop have spent 
years in seeking salmon and trout in the waters 
of Canada and Labrador, and both have fished 
in waters to which it is said that other anglers 
have never penetrated. 
Dr. Johnson believes that true sportsmanship 
in angling lies in giving the fish every fair chance 
that would be given an equally worthy opponent 
in a contest of skill. 
A Day with the Trout. 
HENDERSONVILLE, N. C., Oct. 3.—Editor Forest 
and Stream: I have made several nice catches 
of rainbow trout near home. Last Friday I took 
the train at 9:20 A, M. getting off at Zinconia 
station, eight miles south of this place. It was 
just such a day as I like for trout fishing, cloudy 
all over, and so after walking about three- 
quarters of a mile J was at Jones’ mill dam. 
There I assembled my little 434 ounce green- 
heart rod and with a six foot cast of mist color 
gut and a royal coachman, bee and brown palmer, 
I stepped into Green River and put my flies in 
motion. Under this dam I caught my first fish, 
but no more could I get to rise there; so down 
the river I went for two hundred yards, but 
not a fish would rise. 
Not discouraged, I got out and took my way 
a couple of hundred yards further down stream 
till I got to the little mill and again I got into 
the river. Again and again I cast my flies out, 
but only to get them back untaken. So I went 
below the mill. This time I had a rise and got 
my fish safely stowed away in my creel. The 
water was pretty cool, but I did not mind it, 
and so after going round by road to another 
likely riffle I again stepped in. Beginning nearest 
to me I covered the water’ with my flies till 
about forty feet down from me I hooked and 
creeled a nice trout. And so on down stream 
until the railroad trestle was reached, and’ here 
I climbed down the steep hill side to some deep 
and swift water. 
Fish are always here, but uncertain risers. 
Several times in the deep swift water a. trout 
rushed to the surface, but each time without 
getting a fly. I made mental notes for the run 
up stream in the late afternoon, especially as at 
one point twice a nice trout shot out from a 
sunken log, but failed to take the fly. 
On I went, here and there getting one of the 
beautiful fish. A mile and more below the trestle 
the mountains shut in from both sides, and the 
stream rushes over the rocks between, but on 
one side one can climb through a narrow space 
between high boulders, and this I did. A little 
way below this there is a steep rock some ten 
feet high and down to the water’s edge a long 
pool. Just under this steep rock twice before 
a nice trout I had seen escaped me two differ- 
ent days. The first he did not get a fly, but 
tantalized me by showing himself. The second 
time I got him nearly to my net only to lose 
him because not well hooked. So this time the 
water being unusually clear I was very careful 
not to show myself, but to cast my flies with 
care to reach the right spot and this I did. No 
sooner did the flies touch the water than he 
struck hard and I had him fast. This time he 
went into my creel and the largest of the day. 
Two more I got at this same point on the re- 
turn up stream, and so finally when I came back 
to the deep swift water below the hill at the 
trestle I devoted a little attention to my friends 
of the morning, putting two into my creel. 
It was time then to climb out and walk one 
and one-quarter miles and catch my train. I had 
just twenty-four trout. My. basket being one 
of thirteen pounds capacity I suppose my fish 
netted nine or ten pounds, as it was nearly full. 
It was a day of real true sport and thoroughly 
enjoyed by the writer. Ernest L. EwWBAnk. 
Posted Streams in Connecticut. 
Editor Forest and Stream: 
Certain conditions which exist in the vicinity 
of Stafford Springs, Conn., where I have. just 
concluded a month’s vacation, seem peculiar, not 
to say unjust. Most of the trout streams flow 
through private property and are posted. Is it 
legal to close a stream which has been stocked 
by the State? Or let us put it this way: Is it 
proper that the State stock private streams? It 
is easy to understand why farmers object to 
trespass by hunters who only too often damage 
fences and ruin crops in the most thoughtless 
manner. But, as these farmers seldom fish and 
rarely lease their brooks, it would seem to be 
bona fide dog-in-the-manger. Some farmers 
thereabout do lease their brooks which I am 
informed would not contain trout if it were not 
that the State stocks them annually. The best 
brook they boast—and a beautiful, perfect trout 
water it is—contains trout aplenty; but. the fish 
run small, a half pound fish being rare indeed. 
Do you think a closed season of about two years 
would remedy this? 
While away we tried the clothespin bait for 
the first time. The bass rose to this lure only 
moderately well, and either they struck short 
or I struck too slowly, for the majority of fish 
were not hooked. Live bait was more success- 
ful, although the fish hooked were smaller. The 
wooden bait seemed also to rouse the pickerel 
who: followed it, however, as though curious, 
but did not strike. We found salt pork quite 
successful in angling for these dish-faced no 
accounts. The new law, imposing a tax of $10 
on nonresident hunters, drove me home before 
Oct. 1, their opening day. My own State of 
Jersey affords shooting and fishing to satisfy any 
reasonable mortal. And reasonable we must 
always try to be. Darius DALRYMPLE. 
Tuna. Club Buttons. 
PHILADELPHIA, Pa., Oct. 8—Editor Forest and 
Stream: Two days before the close of a five 
months’ tournament the first red button of 1907 
was won at Avalon. On Sept. 28 Mr. E. J. Pol- 
kinhorn, of Torreon, Mexico, caught a 5034 
pound tuna on light tackle. This just qualifies 
for the Tuna Club’s prized red button for tuna 
over fifty pounds taken on nine-strand line and 
rod, the tip of which measures not less than’ 
five feet nor weighs more than six ounces, no 
restriction upon the butt. 
This is the fifth red button issued by the Tuna 
Club. Mr. Polkinhorn’s name will be engraved 
upon the Tuna cup for the largest red button 
fish of the season and he will be presented with 
a silver miniature model of the great cup for 
his trophy case. F. L. Harpina, 
Corresponding Secretary. 




