Hunting Tarpon in CorpJis Christi Waters 



and waits there to be tapped for our 

 use. 



After breakfast Capt. Fermin said 

 that he was going to get a barrel of 

 fresh water, and I accompanied him to 

 see how he would get it. The barrel 

 was loaded into the skiff and rowed to 

 the other side of the channel where 

 the sand hills came down almost to the 

 water's edge. Taking a shovel, Fer- 

 min walked up to the foot of one of the 

 hills and soon scooped out a hole two 



That night we fished after a different 

 fish, the toothsome flounder. With lan- 

 terns and gigs we went out, but not for 

 long, for Johnny soon told us that we 

 had enough for breakfast and that was 

 all we wanted. 



When we had returned to the boat 

 we held a caucus and decided to leave 

 the Pass in the morning for Flour Bluff, 

 a favorite haunt of the silver king. 



It did not take us long the next 

 morninof to hoist sail and head down 



or three feet deep, which quickly filled 

 with clear, sweet water, tasting as 

 though it had just fallen from the 

 clouds. 



Our water barrel refilled, we illus- 

 trated the saying, "it is not all of fish- 

 ing to fish," by loafi.ng around on the 

 deck and bathing in the surf until 

 supper time. 



It was a noticeable fact that we were 

 always ready for supper or any other 

 meal, although at times we had to wait 

 on the furnace, as we had broken the 

 grate. 



the channel and out into the bay; and 

 a brisk breeze landed us at Flour Bluff 

 in time for dinner. 



By this time we came to the conclu- 

 sion that we had better catch a tarpon 

 in order to save our reputations, and we 

 immediately set about it. Fermin 

 caught the bait while I rigged up my 

 rod and attached a ten per cent. 

 O'Shaugnessy hook snelled with piano 

 wire, and we were off. It was not an 

 ideal day for trolling, owing to the 

 wind being from off the bay, bringing 

 in quite a sea and making the skiff 



