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Title: An angler's reminiscences; a record of sport, travel and adventure, with autobiography of the author
Year: 1913 (1910s)
Authors: Hallock, Charles, 1834-1917 Pond, Fred E
Subjects: Fishing -- United States
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Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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rotection, andex-Senator Alfred is its president. The South Side Club, with the far-famedactor, J. K. Hackett, president, was a favorite resort in the 60s, when JohnStellenwerf was chef there before he took charge at Blooming Grove Park in the70s. Aaron Vail ran a high-class anglers club at Nort Islip, near where thedeer, foxes and rabbits took convenient cover. The terminus of the main railroadwas just beyond at Farmingdale. Across country, on the south side, Austin Roekept hotel for anglers, with his fine trout ponds at Patchogue.- David Hartt heldforth at Good Ground, not far away, where ducks dabbled, and down at FireIsland, where Sammis was landlord, I spent one Fourth of July with the Bensonboys on the Great South bay, and heard Joel Headley make his address in theevening. Then there were the Maitland, Minell, Massapequa and Maspeth troutponds, owned by Wm. H. Furman, Wm. Floyd Jones, Shepard Knapp, Aug.Belmont and the tobacco Lorillards, all famous fishermen in those days gone,
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ISAAC McLKI-LAN. THE I(JKT-SP )K ISM AN. JHE NEW YORjTPUBLIC LlSRARv J•:AR1.^■ KIXOI.I.I-.LTIONS. 27 included in my reminiscences and now buried under ground—ponds and contents,fish and all. Those were great days, too, at Conk Vandevvaters, on the South Oysterbay, where the two Judge Bradys and I went sniping on the marshes, and whereI met Fred Mather one day and carried him papoose back, Indian fashion, witha pitchfork trident over his shoulder, bearing seaweed representing Neptunerising from the sea. The Keiths had a marvelous sparkling trout stream, whichran through the woods, and employed a lusty pugilist to protect the property frompoachers, who used silken nets as fine as hair meshes and set them in darkesthours. And one night when I was at their shanty with Rev. Jos. L. Duryea, ofBrooklyn, who had driven down the island with me in my wagon, we joined them tolie in wait for the trespassers. We had already discovered the seines, and laidby to watch them lift them out. Slyly

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