The sun., 1919-05-25
Large Brown Trout Bite in
Fresh Waters Of Cedar Creek
ut FOrked River.
BULLHEADS IN MILL POND
Piking Season Open; Record
Fish, 5 "a Pounds, Taken
by Fly Casting.
ny DIR. w. H. BALLOU,

Bay In increasing numbers. Bluefish,
II true to form. will enter by time the
new moon gets full. which Of course
must be prior to July 1.
Anglers here, however, seem to be
moe'e Interested in the large brown trout
In fresh water rather than venturing |
out on the hay In May gales. Cedar |
Creek. where most of the trout fishing |
II done. flows west to east some two |
miles north of Forked River village. II
can be thrashed as many miles inland az |
the most adventurous could desire.
- Hotels here fry 'em in the pan, any |
one will eat 'em FAST as they can. But |
why bother with Cedar Creek? Right |
here in the village and environs. the |
fresh water section of Forked River has |
three forks which have plenty of trout. |
but no one ever thinks Of trying them |
out Cedar Creek somehow, has all of
| the reputation, but hasn't all the trout
by long shot.
] should say that anywhere here
west of the railway tracks. on either
fork of the river. there Is perfectly
good trout fishing. In some places huge.
deep springs gush out volumes OF cold
water, which speeds into the stream
proper. Here and there are large cold
spring lakelets. covering from an acre
upward. I
\, Often the stream penetrates the cool
est. darkestN white cedar swamp. where
trout can hide to their hearts content
There are big grass pickerel In these
| three forks. The ''plkng" season opened
last Tuesday. As one enters the office
Of the Riverside Hotel he (and she) Is
greeted by one OF these grand fsh.
stuffed, Weighing 5N pounds. One or
the noted Fox brothers. pickerel ny
casters. caught II with the late lamented
Capt Ben Brown at the oars. Cap
Ben when alive was an important figure
in this little burg. which gathers the
worlds most, as well as the least
famous anglers.
An Experience Weaknshtng.
| long ago counted myself out OF
either Glass; when seated chummyiike
with a bewfilskered farmer. dangling my
little feet over the gunwale beside his
big calf hide boots. Two weaktish came
along. One was a little schoolhsh
weighing one and one-half pounds. which
took my expensive shedder crab bait
on tackle which has travelled far.
The other. weighing nine and three
quarter pounds. grabbed tho angle worm
on the hook of the bewhiskered one with
q rattan pole and twelve feet Of cord.
brought, him to gaff. The farmer
hoisted his prey into the air TO the limit
of his pole and line and whacked his
catch down on the deck OF the catboat.
III farm ye to try to steal my bait!
he yells, seq e.
No, I'm no class angler since that day
just a mule. When / catch ten
pound weakhsh I work all day to get
II, and call II hard days work.
. But 70 return to Ben Brown. He took
me out on the bay for my initiation
| into salt water fishing In that dim long
ago. He dropped anchor right over a
, school OF big weakfish. which one could
/ see plainly under the long clumps or salt
water grass stretched out by the tide.
We took one each. when I said !:
Further Ben, further"
So he pulled up anchor and sailed into
the inlet. We cast squids here, reeled
them in along the sandy bottom and
got a couple Of bluefsh. Then school
, of EN- came along and he tackled in and
about until had enough.
Further, Ben, further" So we
passed out on the ocean and began TAX
. ing In croakers. Tiresome.
seamanship in n sQuali.
Further. Ben. further"
4 "All right, my boy. This time II
will be further, indeed"
When Ben had sailed about eighteen
|
dropped the anchor. This is a shoal. -
he remarked, with twenty-four feet OF
Z, water"
y Here we hauled in huinpback sea bass
running usually a little over six pounds
each. Then a northeaster commenced
gently and we were far from shore
= Ben made the inlet and rounded the
! corner" just as the squall struck It's
/, mightiest. From there on to Forked
|
keep ON top.
n Three reefs were reduced TO four, OF
l. Just q peak Of the sail Ben and I sa'
y at the tiller. II requiring our united
7. strength. The rain came down In squall
ing lakes, seas passed over the fiusf
Z deck. but the old cat forged ahead un
/. til we got into the estuary OF ForkeC
River. The boat was then PRACTICAL!
!, full of water, and we quickly bailet
out, shook out more sail and made 1
flying finish to the wharf at Eno's.
S Say" said Ben, what kind Of land
); iubber are you, anyhow
1.-THE kind" said /, that in the Engin
Ger Corps of the Army iived three year
in the surf Of the Great Lakes, and tn
ice gorges OF the Mississippi River"
> "You'll do" replied Ben. Il was look
- ing back there on the Bay to see hov
y far you could swim toward shore whei
v the old boat went to pieces"
Rats" said I, your old craft 4
water logged and couldn't sink II loadet
with lead bIllets" And the old craft /
l. still doing duty.
Il, Joys OF Fried Bullhead.
n A lady seq TO me. SEE she. you com
n up TO the house tonight at just darl
and I'll show what angling really is"
Well. l still have some curiosity re
naming She had a lantern. two pole
l. and a box Of angle worms. ! was pilote
II a few hundred feet to the mill pono
N where we sat down on the fiume an
,r soon began pulling in bull-heads.
"Do you call this angiing?" l yelled
This is work for the mosquito squad
I want to get out Of this into q brio
yard, where / can hit EN-"
IA "Sit right tight" said the lady. ''yo
~ are coming around to breakfast. 20
~ know"
oh say! What a breakfast The bull
. head, fried the way 1t was fried. some
- how puts It all over other fish. An
In YOU. my fellow angler, can have thes
/ Joys In abundance any night in this III
n tie village which dug out s21,000 III
other day for Victory Liberty Bond
= Just like that. But bring along a coup
OF yards of mosquito netting and draI
your head and shoulders, IL you wal
" the very best fish that swims.
81 Dunkirk best Equipped Hatcher!
ii The new State fish hatchery at Dur
" kirL "a the largest and most cOmDletel