The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1916-1920, 1919-06-10

Good ceiling Mt Hastings.
At Hastings on the Hudson there Is good
hshing for cells now. O. w.
New York. June ..
Hooks and Bats for WeakHsh.
Now that weakhsh are due We begin to
think about hooks and bats for them.
Last year Bhedder crabs were small IN
size and large in price, while this year the
reverse lie liable to prove true, for the
writer understands that down in Mary
land whore all respectable shedder crabs
is great and the demand not as large as in
Besides shedders we have prawn. or
southern shrimp, which when scalded In
boiling water makes an attractive red and
white weakfish bait which should run crab
weakfsh are now being caught at Shell
ter Island and will soon be IN our local
waters ready for business.
Kingfsh have been taking the hook at
Long Beach. I. l.. SO methinks everything
points to good year. - -
New York, June o.
Confidence, Color and Coachman.
Now that "Tamarack" has gone a-nshin'
it's up to the rest of us to keep his place
in THE SUN" filled; we'll have to go some.
too.
Like a thousand other anglers spent
my holiday on stream. With my pardner
Fellow Fisherman tho trip was made
| to the Berkshires to fsh streams familiar
to US both.
The Coachman fished wet. was again the
winner by a WIDE margin.
Following up the tortuous course OF our
| favorite stream for about two miles We
started in just above tho bridge. This
| stream presents a variety of water from
| the swift shallow riffs to long deep pools.
Mostly open water, leaving little excuse for
planting ones only Coachman in a tree
top mayhap his only Catskill.
Here is a nice pool The waters whirl
around over sunken ledge as II flows
into long and fairly deep pool: l cast
l cast little further. strike one l
repeat the east and a dace has my tail fly.
| Again, and l am fast to native. There
| with strikes but they do not take IT.
Resting the pool for a spell l add a
color A may appeal. add t because / am
not willing to remove either of my Coach
mans. I cast and miss, again and l am
| fast to. two natives. one a quarter pound.
the other so near tho limit that toss
him back. with wet hand. to grow for an
Which took the catskin? Neither one
they were both on Coschmans.
Was It confidence or color, "virsinius !
certainly have the confidence and the
Coachman has the color.
The stream swings around through me
Under the bank b on the soma rar ' o1S
sticks lay against the bank. There is no
| breeze, my tail fly lands close by the
Another quarter pound is added to the
weight Of my creel. And SO 1t goes on
down the stream.
4
Coachman and the CAtskill. We returned
to our duties. having had most enjoy
able outing. bringing home twenty-one ma
| tives and one brown. Two OF the natives
twins probably weighed three-Qusrters OF
pVO"O e' SALTWATER.
Sheffield. Mass. June 9.
The Barb Of Wreck Lead.
Who will write the Wreck Lead sonnets ?
| Come and seek with me the man
| In the labyrinths OF darkness lying
| Meath the Brooklyn span;
Oft the fragile bloom of genius.
In some sordd spot may lie
Oft In depths we find reflected
Some pure light that shines on high.
| Gotham hath a fount on Frankfort
| Bubbling with an amber brew.
Where for Mammons compensation
one may uuan and there renew
Sweet communion with the spirits,
And meath Hebes soft caresses.
Ope the gate to captive fancies;
It's place that's known as IIesse's.
of there wanders here a poet.
| So the grtny printers say,
Seeking In the fount nepenthe
For the cares that mar the day:
Drinks, ard finds the magic nectar
Klndles In his breast afire,
| That transforms prosaic mortal
To most celestial Tyre!
Here he dreams the Hitting lyrics,
With their music of the sea
That have hiled the hearts of fishers
With thrills of ecstasy.
All, tits here that mighty Thornton,
Quaning OF wondrous mead.
From the fount of inspiration.