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I was too old and probably if the Korea situation hadn't 

 arisen, I might not have gotten there yet because the St. 

 Nicholas Hockey Club is not in operation on account of it. 

 However, I left them to go to New Zealand. I always told 

 friends in the States it would be 1952 before the fishing was 

 reactivated in South America. 



Why were we a little dubious about Cabo Blanco? Be- 

 cause almost everybody told us it would be too rough to fish 

 there in the Peruvian winter months (North American 

 summer) and I was at first afraid that it might prove an un- 

 certain area. I knew black marhn would be caught, and very 

 big ones— but I never realized that they would be so abundant 

 and so near the coast. It was not until we got there that we 

 found out that the best place for black marlin was in "black 

 marlin boulevard," from one to three or four miles offshore— 

 practically never more than five. 



The striped marlin were three to eight miles offshore and 

 the majority of the broadbill from five to eight in the usual 

 months, with the broadbill in closer during the Peruvian 

 winter. We called these lanes Avenida Espada and Estacion 

 Pez Aguja respectively. My great good luck off Cabo Blanco 

 followed a period of being in one of the worst slumps for 

 blue and black marlin that had befallen me in all my fishing 

 career. Baseball players good and bad have their batting 

 slumps; the leading hockey players at times cannot find the 

 net for game after game, or else keep hitting the post, and 

 the goaltender barely deflects their finest, hardest shots aimed 

 for the corners. 



All good golfers have days when the putts long or short 

 refuse to drop. Such runs of misfortune are not unusual with 



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