Morning journal and courier., 1880-01-20
Fish Stories.
No Chance For Moderate Liars Here,
 Correspondence of the Forest and stream.l

No Chance For Moderate Liars Here,
 [oorrespondenee of the Forest and stream.1
 BosToN, Dec. 23d.
 Editor Forest and Stream :-One pleasant summer afternoon, I was standing upon the shore of pond down on Long Island-way down-where MT. Hallock has, trow, many times and oft, cast line, watching the play of swallows as they skinned just over the surface of the water shortly before sunset About hundred yards out was Q bed of lily pads and as the swallows skipped it, occa- sionally good sized ripple could be seen and sometimes break from the edges indicating fish there. This fastened my attention to the particular place. had often seen cats play with swallows, sweeping at them, but the idea or fish doing the same was something new to me. Presently saw clean breach and fine large pickerel showed his whole size and got swallow too, as he disappeared beneath the water. This I saw repeated several times, and called the attention of my companion to this novel sight. While we were watching we saw two large fish break at the same swallow, the fish coming from opposite directions and each head on to each. Both missed the swal- low, but singular to relate, only one fish was seen to fall into the water and neither was ob- served to pass the other. My companion and myself looked with wonder. There was a great emotion in the water, with a continual spattering, and boat being handy, we jump ed in and rowed to the spot and picked up the largest pond pickerel ever saw. When we had him in the boat, the mystery was sol we'd; the smaller of the fish had in his eager ness for the swallow jumped clear down the larger one's throat, and only the tail. to the extent of about an inch, showed. The large fish was completely rent asunder and killed by the catastrophe. Both together weighed twenty-two pounds. s.
 NEW YORK, Dec. 23d.
 Editor Forest and Stream While trolling Sv, pnr ,Ik pickerel which presented very round ap- pearance. Curiosity prompted me to cut it open, and to my surprise I found within small pig weighing about six pounds. It had probably been eating snails or fresh-water clans. on the shore, and had ventured into the water after clam when "Esox reticula- tus' nabbed him, most likely to his utter dis content. Piggy was breathing hard and struggling for an aperture for escape, and up- on obtaining his liberty ran off with squeal.
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 PUTNAM, CONN.,, Dec. 18th.
 Editor Forest and Stream As my parents lived near the shore of Plymouth Bay spent most of my boyhood days shooting and fish ing on the water. Almost every one that ever fshed in that bay has seen some of the great sharks that abound there. Many years ago there was monster shark often seen about Gurnet Point and when fishing boat came in without any fish they averred that they had been cnased Dy the snark, and having thrown overheard all their fish, had barely escaped with their lives. There was noted boatman, one Joe Salter, who was called the greatest sculler on the coast and it was said that once he sculled boat from Rocky Nook to Goose Point, four miles. in thirty minutes. He had often been chased by the big shark. One time he was out fishing when the monster came for him. He sprang to the oar, but the shark overlook and swallowed him. With great presence of mind he run his oar out of the shark and sculled himself ashore.
 G. F. W.