The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1916-1920, 1919-05-29

opening OF H. r. htheS AE"'
On the editorial page of THE Sun, Of
April is. 1 read with great Interest the
announcement that in the near future part
OF the Western Adirondacks. known as the
III. p. Whitney Tract" would be acquired
by the State Of New York ana woulo
eventually be open to the public for fishing
and hunting. incidentally. / was dlsap'
pointed.
whyP Because 1T came too late.
You see I am trustful sort OF chap,
therefore listened to an old-time sports
man. who In years gone by. nshed Gran
berry Lake, situated on the western edge
OF tho Adirondacks and whose tales OF the
wonderful catches of brook trout In 1t and
It's adjacent waters Allied me with eager
desire to have some myself. ! went:
hshed: left disguised.
found Cranberry Lake to be nothing
more than a broad and shallow widening
OF the Oswegatchie River, fu.! of snags
and tree stumps, whose landscape was
not to be compared with the many other
beautiful North Woods lakes. went TO
catch trout. and failing this, local guides
Brook and Dog Pond back over the hills
where good sport was promised.
This estuary fshed long and hard and
often. with but few eight-inch trout for
my trouble. Fortunately the camp pro-
vided a sufficiency Of beans
II A Dog Pond Experience.
One morning. as I was whipping a pool
in Brandy Brook. a party OF four Water:
town sportsmen, fresh from the trail OF
Dog Pond: passed by, Upon inquiry
uous fishing they were leaving for waters
which would at least give than enough
,rou, to favor their fry pan. 1 evaded
DissatisAed and with a good sized nick
In my wallet, ]. too, moved on and nnalik
located on the wooded shores ~ Big
dAcks; but that is about all one can say
when Il comes down to brass tacks about
True there Is a state hatchery here.
and there Is where you Will ind plenty OF
brook trout, but not In the lake or Its
guides confessed Il was nshed out except
FOR white dsh and toGue. and my. eHpe
riences there confirm what they said was
Al this may seem irrelevant TO the
story. but I am coming 10 my point
a Youngsters Experience.
Years ago. when quite a younsster' !
springholes In It's alder sheltered brooks,
its cold beds in the lake itself and the
outlying secluded ponds. and Joy was
This region was truly virgin wilderness ::
deer might be seen along the shore at any
hour; bear their sign encountered on
any trail. and trout-the Wild specEled
were everywhere. and one could catch all
one or his friends could consume in an
from one-half to two pounds In weight,
and were taken only on the ny. Coach
man Red Ibis and Dark Montreal, size
No. 9. were the favorites then.
There we're no hotels. each party
pitched their tents on some shady, hem
Jock csnopied point, built a dining table
GU; OF sheets or peeled bark and covered
It and It's primitive seats with a spare
canvas fly, chopped wood. erected stone
fireplace and proceeded TO prepare Gas
fortune favored us) luscious vonson and
crisp trout, bacon and eggs. spuds and
rice. biscuits and wild raspberry shortcaKe,
and I almost forgot those big. round,
pured up rapjacks spread with butter
and generously covered with shaved OF
maple sugar. Our most popular beverage
was water from a nearby spring OF iceike
temperature and sparkling like the dew
drop on yonder leaf
We had no neiHhbors save the curious
wild folk OF tho forest and the big brown
owl and the solitary loon, whose weird