New-York tribune., 1901-12-15
THE TRIBUNE SECURES SOME
UNIQUE PICTURES OF EX-
PERT "YARNER,S"
IN ACTION.

The recent annual meeting at Syracuse OF
the delegates of hunting and fishing clubs
composing the Fish, Game and Forest
League OF New-York brought together rare
good fellows from every part Of the State An
informal meeting, held IN Room No. 10. at the
Yates House. before during and after the con-
vention was devoted to singing songs, cracking
Jokes and telling both marine and dry land fish
stories It was difficult to keep a quorum in
the main assembly room, on the same floor, long
enough to transact the routine business Of the
league The delegates all went to Syracuse at
their own expense, and purely for love Of sport
and from enthusiasm in enforcing State laws IN
tended to preserve fish and game from annihila-
ton. As all reports indicated that the work had
prospered during the year. and that there was
little actual business to be transacted, the law
of good fellowship was allowed to hold undis-
puted sway.
The trouble in Room No. 115 was started by
Major ] Warren Pond. Chief Fish and Game
Protector of New-York State The major has
voice as round and full as Charles H Mowry.
Editor of The Sporting Goods Gazette" and
treasurer Of the Onondaga Anglers Associa-
ton. He s1gnalized his entry by Justify singing
What Do We Care; the Gangs All Here" and
'Ron Jordan, Roll" as he shook hands with
those previously assembled. These songs were
repeated with great frequency until Luke Nina
han the chief clerk OF the Yates, came up ana
moved an adjournment. Many stories Of hunt
ing and fishing exploits were told during the
session. A Tribune reporter made notes of some
Of the best
George B. Wood, Of Syracuse, son Of Reuben
Wood. in his day the champion fly caster of the
world said the average citizen could not fully
appreciate the self sacrifice of the men who
are trying to break up net fishing and other
Illegal methods of taking game fish in the
waters Of the State. He said John Perry, the
fearless protector employed by the Onondaga
Club and himself one night went with r NJ
Kennedy and Charles Gemmel to drag certain
part Of Oneida Lake for net reported to be
spread near the shore. It was a cold, dark
night and every boat owner TO whom the party
applied looked with suspicion upon the declared
purpose of the four men to go fishing AT last
a German boatman agreed to let two rowboats
to the party but charged about five times rea-
sonable price To all protests against the extor-
ton the boatman stolidly replied:
"Oh. dot fishing is fine, and you VIII get the
wort Of your money
The party dragged for the net until o CLOCK
in the morning. 1t rained most Of the time, ana
al were SO tired and sleepy that when the drag
in the hands of Mr.. Wood caught in the net he'
lying half asleep with third of his boov pro-
jectng over the stern, was partly pulled over
board, being caught by the legs and rescued by
Perry The net was destroyed, and the party
returned to the boathouse. Again pfotesls
against the price were made.
oh, I dink you haf had the wort OF GOT
money" said the boatman-
Z think so, too" said Perry, showing some OF
the fragments OF the net
Mine Gott. you haf had morer' said the boat
man, turning pale.
Air. Wood said the proprietorship Of the net
was not doubted by any member of the party.
and that the boatman would probably have been
a loser if he had charged three times the pay he
eAacted for his boats.
John H. Forey the veteran sportsman and
travelling salesman, of New-York City. told the
following story:
You know a thorough fisherman scorns any
thing of the finry tribe that isn't classed
game fish under the statute NJ. j. French and
/ once heard that the bass were biting partcu-
larly well in the Seneca River, and we went out
there and lshed the stream for four miles with
a strike AT last anchored in a fne
looking pool under the Cold Spring Bridge, and
with my first cast / got a strike played my
catch fifteen minutes, and in all that time the
fish never once broke water. French and both
thought that queer, but 1 was sure L had
big bass and French, after feeling my ROD
agreed with me. At last the resistance ceased
and French stood ready with the lanolng net
and reeled my prize in. IL had made my auto
matte reel sing sweetly, and we were palpftauns
with expectation, as the water showed that the
fish nearing the surface. Up he popped
and French deftiy lifted him into the boat II
was a pound redfin sucker-the only
strike Of the day. and We brought back with
the dis<raceful showing Of only three SUCK