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Title: Men I have fished with; sketches of characters and incidents with rod and gun, from childhood to manhood, from the killing of little fishes and birds to a buffalo hunt
Year: 1897 (1890s)
Authors: Mather, Fred, 1833-1900. (from old catalog)
Subjects: Outdoor life Fishing Hunting
Publisher: New York, Forest and stream publishing co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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is indefinite, and one wonders what the result mayhave been until we strike the entry: Wood returned fromPiseco with 250 lbs. of trout. In that early day, in the fifties, Onondaga Lakeabounded in pickerel and eels, and Reub and his compan-ions often made a night of it, taking them with torch andspear, as was the custom of the time, and the catch wentto their friends and the poor. When this mode of fishingbecame unpopular and unlawful, in later years, Reubenwas one of the foremost in suppressing all kinds of fishingthat the law forbade; but at the time of which we speakthere was neither law on the subject nor public sentimentagainst spearing. He followed the custom of the day,merely drawing the line at fishing on Sunday. A chum of Reubs was Mr. Charles Wells, of Wells,Fargo & Co.s Express, and they went shooting and fish-ing when the spirit moved. Mr. Wells had not only allthe railroad transportation necessary, but could havetrains stopped anywhere in the woods if necessary, night
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REUBEN WOOD. REUBEN WOOD. 17 or day, by flag or fire signal. This brings a sigh, not ofenvy, but merely a wish that such conditions existed to-day and I was in it, as the saying goes. One day in the fall of 1857 a report came to Mr. Wellsthat there were rafts of ducks on Cayuga Lake, one ofthose numerous large lakes of Western New York lyingsome thirty miles west of Syracuse, and a famous one forducks. He told Reub just in time for him to gather hismuzzle-loader and ammunition and get the next traingoing to Cayuga, at the foot of the lake via the old roadof the New York Central R, R., a road then so slow thatit took the best part of a day to get there. Wells had hiscamping outfit, and they camped for the night. As Reubtold me the story years afterward, daylight found him inan old dugout, the only semblance of a boat at hand, whileWells had a good place on the shore. The ducks wereflying down the lake and Wells had killed several, andwas signaling him to come and pick them up, when agr

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