Mr. MacDONALD (Cape Breton South):
Mr. Chairman, when the committee rose last evening I was speaking about the attraction offered by the fisheries of the maritime prov-
inces, and I called attention to the different species of fish in those waters. Some people may have doubts as to the accuracy of my statements, because they have never contemplated fish six or eight feet in length which afford sport to the sportsman. For the information of the committee I shall read from a pamphlet entitled "Deep Sea Fighters."
Try to imagine an attempt to conquer, by means of a rod and line, the biggest and most determined bull that ever came out of the wild west. Add to this picture, flying spray and the swift manoeuvres of a motor launch on a heaving sea, and you have some vague idea ot the thrills of this grand game. It's the finest sport the sea offers, a royal pastime!
These silvery torpedoes of the deep have true fighters' hearts. They never quit while there is strength in their tremendous stream-lined bodies. The greatest battlers of the tuna tribe, however, are the ones found in Nova Scotia waters. Nowhere else in the world are the tuna as large or as game, and every record breaking specimen in twenty-eight years-with the exception of one lone fish-has been taken in the coastal waters of Nova Scotia.
These tuna are big league fish for the most experienced sportsmen in the world and that is why each year sees an increasing number of anglers coming to Nova Scotia in hope of a record capture. Zane Grey, the famous novelist, had a grand battle in Nova Scotian waters off Liverpool with the 758-pound giant he conquered, and he has declared frequently that this adventure was the finest sport in the world.
Many times it is the quarry which is declared winner. Commander J. K. L. Ross, of Montreal, hooked a giant tuna in St. Ann bay, Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia. It was 11 o'clock, on Saturday morning, and the battle began with terriffic rushes and mighty leaps that tested nerve and tackle. All the afternoon the fight went on. The tuna would tow the boat for miles, then would sound again and'again, until it seemed that the line must yield. But, at the last second, up he would come in a magnificent surge of foam and silver, and Ross would have new hope. Darkness fell but the battle went on. Ross was determined, and' so was the big fish. When daylight came it was the man who was tiring, not the tuna, and the renewed skirmishes became so exhausting that at 6 a.m. Ross was compelled to cut the line and admit defeat.
Thomas Howell, veteran Chicago sportsman, hooked a tuna off Liverpool, Nova Scotia, at eleven o'clock Monday morning. August 6, 1934. The giant fish was a fighter of the finest calibre and towed the big fishing launch exactly sixty-two hours. The great battler weighed 792 pounds, and was over nine feet in length.
That, Mr. Chairman, gives you some idea of the character of the sport that is afforded in the waters of Nova Scotia. But in addition to the tuna there , is another large fish known as the swordfish, and the Nova Scotia swordfish are comparable only to Nova Scotia tuna as supreme gladiators of the sea:
They are considered by many the greatest battlers, of the deep and the very elite of their kind. These are the Broadbill, or true sword-
fish. They are rarer and much larger and fiercer than the marlin or Roundbill swordfish found in southern waters. They have the upper jaw prolonged into a two-edged swordlike weapon and know well how to use it.
I need not continue along that line because I think I have already given sufficient to excite the curiosity of the committee as to the attractions we have to offer to the true sportsman, the big league sportsman who is looking for thrills in this particular sport.