Thursday, July 22, 2010

Thursday Review: Arlan Carter's The American Rowboat Motor

Thursday Review: Arlan Carter's The American Rowboat Motor

Many people who went to NFLCC Nationals had a priority "to do" list; sometimes this involved finding a particular lure or reel, meeting a certain collector, etc. My number one priority at the 2010 Knoxville Nationals was to track down Arlan Carter and get a signed copy of his new book The American Rowboat Motor: An Illustrated History and Identification Guide For America's Earliest Outboard Motors (Fall Creek Trading Co., 2010).


This book--the product of over a decade of dedicated research on the subject--is one of the most important books written to date on the subject of fishing and boating history. It chronicles the fascinating subject of "rowboat motors," portable engines designed to power wooden boats.

Carter, author of the seminal book Nineteenth Century Fishing Lures, is certainly on the short list of the best writers on fishing history past or present. This work may actually surpass his earlier book. It is so full of interesting, obscure, and important information that it is almost overwhelming. Every page seems to unleash a new revelation. Not that I considered myself an expert by any means, but I rarely run across a book that has taught me as much as this one has.

It covers outboard motor development from the late nineteenth century until the 1920s, which might be considered the "Golden Age" of rowboat motors. It covers over forty separate companies and includes over 1000 photos of engines, parts, ads, ephemera, and principal individuals. The layout and photography are spectacular and text informative, always stopping to tell the reader what is known and what is not known about certain makers.

Of particular interest to me are the sections on Wisconsin outboards, particularly the Submerged Electric, Evinrude, Koban Manufacturing Company, and Wisconsin Machinery & Manufacturing Company. As I grew up in Northern Wisconsin, one would occasionally see ancient outboards like this in old boat houses. Compared to the newer Mercury and Johnson motors, they always looked so primeval, but when put into their proper historical place they appear much more likes mechanical works of art. The ads themselves are treasures; "Weighs but 50 Pounds" the back cover ad touts for an early Evinrude.

Take as a sample the chapter on Cleveland's Ferro Machine & Foundry Company. An automobile engine maker, they got into the burgeoning outboard motor market in 1914--an inauspicious year if there ever was one. They produced only one model (the Ferro) in two options, which is covered in great detail including minor changes made in its short existence. They even had a great slogan: "Don't go Rowing, go Ferrowing." The motor was discontinued in 1917, likely due to America's entry into the European war.

The only reasonable critique of the book would be that it is far too short. On that subject, I once read a review of Alexander Vucinich's Science in Russian Culture that declared within its voluminous pages were the seeds of a dozen dissertations. The highest compliment I can pay Arlan Carter is that in the pages of The American Rowboat Motor are the seeds of a dozen books. That one day we will look back and say it all began here is all the testament one needs to the importance and influence of The American Rowboat Motor. I cannot recommend it more highly.

Buy this book even if you don't own a single vintage outboard. It is a must read, and any angler's library that purports to have any literary or historical pretenses will be markedly deficient for its absence.

The American Rowboat Motor is a 400-page hardcover and sells for $34.95. It can be ordered directly from the author by Clicking Here.

-- Dr. Todd

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

The Day Fishing Tackle Saved a Man's Life

The Day Fishing Tackle Saved a Man's Life

I found an interesting ad in the 1947 Hunting & Fishing magazine that related a story of how an angler had saved another angler's life with his fishing tackle. Here's the text of the ad:

FISHERMAN SAVED FROM TREACHEROUS OCEAN CURRENTS WITH A SUNSET LINE!

H.E. Roberson made perfect cast to Jess Williams...Played him like a Big One to Safety


Many men have fallen into the surf at Point Lobos near Carmel, California, but Jess Williams is the only one to come out alive...thanks to the alertness, and skill of his friend, H.E. Roberson and his SUNSET LINE.

Williams was fishing from a rock when a big wave swept him into the sea. As he was being taken out by the ride and strong currents, Roberson made a perfect cast that fell across Williams' body. He wrapped the Sunset Line around his arm and after letting out a few hundred feet of line Roberson played his q50-pound catch to safety in 20 minutes.

And as always the SUNSET LINE was "EVERY INCH DEPENDABLE." They're of Super-Strength...no lumps or bumps...precision built for perfect casting and free-reeling.


And perfect, it would seem, for saving lives!

By the way, H.E. Roberson was a police officer in the Police Intelligence Division of the L.A.P.D. so he was no stranger to saving lives. And that had to be one of the great clutch casts in history.



-- Dr. Todd

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

UPDATE: More Royer Photos...

UPDATE: More Royer Photos...

Joe Stagnitti sends in some photos which serve nicely as an update to the earlier article about H.C. Royer.


This is a Heddon Coast Minnow and a better representation than the Pflueger pictured below of Royer's lure.



This is Royer's patented metal Coast Minnow.


Thanks Stag!

Cheers,

Dr. Todd

Voices from the Past: Henry Clay Royer (1909)



It's sometimes hard to realize that the advent of multi-treble wooden minnows for sport fishing was a very controversial development. Here, in a March 1909 issue of Field & Stream, West Coast angler and lure maker Henry Clay Royer--developer of the South Coast Minnow--rails against the use of "Dowagiac" type baits and extols the virtues of single-hook minnows like his own lure.

LIVE VS. ARTIFICIAL BAIT In reading Field And Stream for April, I was amused at some of the expressions of your correspondents. I have had twenty years' experience studying fish in the lakes and rivers of the East and Middle West, with another twenty years on the Pacific Coast, and am acquainted with the game fish from San Diego to Behring Sea. My fishing has been done with a nine-ounce rod and a fifteen-thread line, and it has never made any difference to me about the size of the fish. The same rod, reel and line handles them all. Of course this is a heavier outfit than is needed for fresh-water pickerel, mascalonge and bass.

To me the rod and line a man uses is not of so much importance as the bait. My way of expressing my opinion of sportsmen's methods sometimes gets me into controversies, but I feel I have right on my side, and usually hold my own. It is my opinion that he is not a true sportsman who uses more than one hook attached to his bait or line. Still, if it is a commercial proposition with him, of course, "pot" them by all means.

R. H. Davis in the April Field And Stream gives a long dissertation on rod and reel fishing, and it seems to me that his whole argument comes to a focus on the Dowagiac Expert No. 200. It seems to me that Mr. Davis, as a sportsman, should advocate fair play in catching fish. Let us go over the matter a little and see about it. Mr. Davis advocates a bait which carries two gangs of hooks, making six hooks. Why six hooks? For the same reason the pot hunter does things? He also quotes, as he says "from a personal letter received last month from one of the greatest bait-casters, as well as the most analytical of men in matters of this sort," and he can't refrain from printing his concluding observations. Now this, to me, unknown gentleman gets right down to "the modern wooden minnow with its lifelike ornamentation," and says that it casts beautifully. So would a piece of lead made right. For the life of me I cannot comprehend the "lifelike"—with from two to five gangs of hooks, six to fifteen separate points, hung at the end and along both sides, or on the belly of the bait. He also says, "The hooks always hang in the right position to catch and hold the fish." If the fish strikes it, he fs murdered! This gentleman and expert bait-caster caught from forty to sixty bass, averaging nearly three pounds each, in six hours, for several days in succession, and—"of course we used the wooden minnow." For the love of humanity, sportsmanship and fair play, let us see about this.

Does anyone believe for a minute that "we" put these several hundred bass back into the water unharmed? Not much! If the fish strikes so as to take the whole minnow, he has from two to four gangs of hooks, with from six to twelve points, sticking, tearing and murdering at every effort to free himself; and perhaps several gangs slashing on the outside, making his face look as if he had been through a twenty-round fight. This is surely a murderous game, and I don't believe a true sportsman would use such methods. There is no skill needed in reeling in a fish that you know has from six to fifteen hooks imbedded in his mouth and face, so that you must consume a half-hour getting the fish cut and pulled loose from the bait! There is neither skill nor sport in such work.

I have used wooden minnows for years, but with only one hook. If you must catch fish and let them go, see that their injury is the least possible. There is but one bait of this kind—the "South Coast" minnow. This bait will catch nearly all the fish by the side of any other bait, minus the murderous effect of gang hooks. I find my experience in using the wooden minnow differs from Mr. Stimson's; he says, "I do not believe surface bait is efficacious in water over six feet deep." But I catch fish with the "South Coast" minnow over water 100 feet deep.

Let us not be pot hunters, but true rod and reel sportsmen. At the same time, let our work be tempered with mercy.

Los Angeles, Cal. Henry Clay Royer.


For your edification, here is a picture of a Royer ad from 1910 and a photo of the Pflueger lure (with only one hook) that is built in the style Royer suggests is more humane in the above letter.



This Pflueger lure is built in the style of a South Coast Minnow...thanks Stag!


-- Dr. Todd

Monday, July 19, 2010

News of the Week: 19 July 2010




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Antique tackle lures collectors...old school jigs still outfish nearly every other lure...ICAST tackle innovations...teenager involved in freak fishing accident vows to fish on...fishing Pennsylvania...ICAST has record attendance...tangle free reels...National Fishing Month is upon us...Monster Fish TV series premiers...Michigan man opens custom rod shop...it must be THE NEWS OF THE WEEK!

The Big Lead: Robbie Pavey declares that antique fishing tackle is luring collectors.


Why the old school jig still outfishes nearly all other lures.


Louisiana Sportsman highlights the newest tackle innovations.

A teenager hospitalized from freak fishing accident will not give up his rod and reel.


How to get hooked on Pennsylvania fishing.



ESPN declares ICAST has record attendance.

Why some tackle retailers are being hit by unrest in China.


Why anglers love a tangle-free reel.

Why picking the right reel can be difficult for first-timers.


National Fishing Month is set to begin.


Paul Smith finds the mysterious angler who boated a 48" musky.


Monster Fish TV series premiers on National Geographic...


ICAST's 2010 "Best of Show" honors.

Finishing with a Flourish: One Michigan man is opening a custom rodmaking business.



-- Dr. Todd

Sunday, July 18, 2010

1000 Words

1000 Words

In this week's 1000 words we get an 1890s photo from the Jim Schottenham collection. Awesome piece!



By the way, several people correctly guessed that last week's image was no other than Fred Arbogast!

-- Dr. Todd

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Deconstructing Old Ads with Bill Sonnett



When I first saw this June 1932 advertisement in Outdoor Life, it wasn't the Pikie Minnow that caught my eye it was the two giant Bass that were caught on one cast. I've had a few doubles in my bass fishing experiance but the idea of two, six-pound-plus Bass being taken on one cast seems so unbelievable that this experience of my long-time fishing apprentice Warren Platt immediately came to mind. I would like to present it here in his own words.



History Repeats Itself

by Warren Platt

George Smetzer (born 1911) began taking me fishing in 1951 when I was 12. He was a neighbor and the manager of our 3 & 2 Baseball team. His son Jim and I became good friends, and after taking a couple of the other boys on the team fishing and finding out that all they wanted to do was throw rocks in the water they took me on a trip to the Kings River in southern Missouri. George gave me a bamboo rod, some poppers, a stick of ferrule cement and matches. It didn’t take me long to figure out what the latter two were for. After showing how much I loved fishing, I was always invited on their fishing trips. George and I continued to fish togeather for the rest of his life.
 
I hadn't fished with George at all the summer of 1987 and wanted to take him to Pony Express Lake to do some top water fishing after the weather cooled, but before the Bass quit hitting surface lures, for that's all George would use. Since I took my first fishing trip with George to wade the Kings River I don't think I ever saw him put natural bait on a hook. If there was one chance in a million that whatever we were fishing for would hit on the surface, George would use a top water lure. When we set up the Oct. 8th trip I thought that would be just about the right time. We got to the lake that morning just as the sky was good and pink, the most beautiful time of the day. It was pretty cool, but not as cool as it would get as the day passed. We both tied on George's favorite lure, the Woods #2000 spot tail minnow, made in the late 1940's and '50's. As an antique lure collector, I buy them as I search flea markets. The minnow doesn't do much in the water, just darts toward you as you give it a little twitch with the tip of the rod, then if you leave slack in your line it will slide left or right as it slows to a stop, never making any noise. If you need noise, or there is much of a ripple on the water, you speed up the retrieve. George was a master with the lure and a fine caster, but that morning he had equipment problems. First it was his newer casting reel that didn't want to cast correctly; he solved that by going to the bottom of his tackle box to bring out the old trusty red Ambassadeur 5000 casting reel that I remember seeing for the first time when he stopped by my house in the late 1950's to show me what he had found at an estate sale.
 
After the casting problem was solved, George didn't like the action of the lure that I gave him, or the next that he replaced it with. Finally one pleased him and it was all business as usual after that. We caught a couple of small bass each, fun, but nothing to brag about. Then at one of the best spots on the lake, George placed a cast that would be worked over some nice cover. All of a sudden the surface erupted as a bass that looked like he would weigh at least 7 lbs. came out of the water as he attacked George's lure. His hook set resulted in a clean miss. "George, I can get up at 4 a.m. and put you on some nice water, but I can't catch the fish for you!", I joked. "That was the biggest bass that I've seen in years." he replied. One more little barb from me, "I don't know about you, but I would have liked just a little better look at him, myself.”
 
We parked our boat in a nice spot, out of the breeze for lunch. It was getting cold and I gave George my double thickness hooded sweatshirt and my size 15 rubber boots. He could slide his shoes into the boots just fine. As we sat during lunch, George's 77 years seemed to be taking its effect on him, but even I was cold by this time. After lunch we headed to another good spot that had a nice tree trunk underwater, but close to the surface. That turned out to be the spot that gave us both the best fishing thrill of our lives. George placed a nice cast about three feet past the spot where we knew the tree trunk was, let the Spot Tail lay there for a few seconds, then began working it toward the tree trunk. The lure sank in a big swirl and George set the hook. The water boiled as the fish sank a few feet and just stayed in the same place. George was fighting hard to just keep the rod tip up. My first thought was that he had one of the big muskie that had been stocked in the lake. Seeing the trouble he was having and knowing that we didn’t have a net, I told him to guide the fish toward the front of the boat where I was and I’d get him in when he surfaced. I wasn’t ready for what happened next. As he pulled the fish to the surface I was faced with not one, but two very large bass. Each with a single barb of a treble hook holding them. Both mouths were wide open, and I instantly clamped a thumb and forefinger down on the lower jaw of each fish. As I lifted them into the boat, the hooks came out of their mouths, my knees were shaking so bad I had to sit down. I had taken my camera to take a picture of George fishing. After weighing each fish ( 6-pounds 2-oz. and 6-pounds 9-oz.) with my Deliar which weighted things a little light if anything, I put them on a stringer so they could stay in the water while I calmed my nerves and readied the camera. After a few photos George quickly took them off the stringer and released them, as I knew he would. We sat for a while talking, and I told George that I had just had my greatest fishing thrill and I hadn’t even caught a fish! We fished for a while longer and the cold no longer bothered us. We talked about every detail time and again and how no one would ever believe us. We had our photos and the memory and we knew we wouldn’t care if they didn’t. The 77 years didn’t keep George’s youth from returning for the rest of that day.


George Smetzer at age 77 with two 6 pound plus bass taken on one cast

 
George died November 21, 2005 at the age of 94 years.  We fished together that Summer and he was still casting with this reel and "Smokey Joe's".  Smokey Joe was his favorite color and I didn't know for many years that that was what he called all the #2000 Spot Tail Minnows. 


This is the lure which George used. If you look closely at the rear treble hook you'll see that one barb is bent almost straight out.  Both bass were hooked with one barb only.  As I remember, both hooks came loose as I picked them up, one with each hand.  Divine intervention is my only explanation as to why they both stayed on the one barb until I boated them.  The lure looked new until that catch, and hasn't been used since.


-- Bill Sonnett

Friday, July 16, 2010

Friday Funhouse

Video of the Week

The fusion of jazz and fly tying:



Things I Would Buy If Only I Could Afford Them
This a rare, rare, rare Wood's Musky Expert.


The Pflueger Maybug Spoon is a nifty and scarce metal lure.


This Heddon fly rod is about as nice of a as you will ever find.


This Creek Chub Wiggler intro box is phenomenal.


This A&F Hardy Perfect is a superb find.


A Ben Smith Florida shrimp is a cool bait.


This Heddon Tadpolly in Green Scale is a wonderful item.


J.A. Coxe big game reels are always a welcome find.



Wow! A CCBC Deluxe Wagtail Chub in Frog? No way!


Shakespeare Revolutions are one of the earliest (and most coveted) bass plugs.


Heddon Black Suckers are really, really rare.



The Evans Weed Queen is a great lure, especially in the box.


A bakelite Coxe-Bronson reel display is sooooo cool!


A Wes Jordan Model 1943 spinning rod is a beautiful work of art.



This is one rare River Runt Spook!


This CCBC Baby Injured Minnow is an awesome lure.


Champion Featherweight pistol grip rod handles are ALWAYS popular.


You have to love these Orvis glass minnow traps.



As always, have a happy and safe weekend, and be good to each other, and yourself.

-- Dr. Todd

Thursday, July 15, 2010

NFLCC Nationals, Part II

NFLCC Nationals, Part II

The Nationals is as much about the displays as it is about anything else. I truly admire those who haul their fishing tackle, many times across multiple states, and all in the name of education and fun. Here are just a few of the great tackle exhibits, beginning with the young adult category winner Nicholas Comjean. (Thanks again to Steve Lumpkin for the pics).


Nick's great poem that accompanied his exhibit.



Nick's great fishing pics.



His display of Bagleys in the awesome Pistachio color.



A great exhibit of trolley sinkers.



The famed "Frog Pond" from the right.



From the left.



Close up of the "Frog Pond."



An unbelievable CCBC Plunker Display.



Musky Jitterbug display.



A fitting tribute to Tennessee tackle.



Another shot.



Lures made in Knoxville, Tennessee.



Too cool for words.


Tomorrow: Final Thoughts.

-- Dr. Todd