A Pkasant Little (laine at Aransas Pass. 



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and fig'litaia.g' ; and indeed, had he the 

 jumping' inclinations of the tarpon when 

 the hook is felt, the sport would be pref- 

 erable to that of the sulking- tarpon. 

 And such a bolt of shining iridescence, 

 the dark green lining of the back form- 

 ing a beautiful contrast to the changing 

 rainbow colors of the sides ! 



Early one morning in Jul}", I was 

 awakened by mine host of the Seaside 

 calling out in a loud voice : 



''Mr. J , Mr. J , better 



get up; the pass is full of king and jack- 

 fish; Ned and Joe have been out and 

 caught three; your breakfast is ready, 

 also." 



I dressed hurriedly, grabbed my rod 

 and rushed down stairs, at the same 

 time calling to Ned to get some bait. 



While waiting for my breakfast to be 

 brought, I examined the two kingfish 

 and jack brought in by Ned and Joe 

 and, after returning from fishing, I got 



my Kodak and told the boys to stand up 

 and hold the fish for a picture. When 

 all was ready, and just before "press- 

 ing the button," in order to elicit a 

 pleasing countenance from both I said : 



" Now, Ned, don't you laugh," 



The result was more than realized, as 

 the picture shows. 



Ned and I were soon at the "Point 

 of Rocks, " a favorite haunt for kingfish, 

 jackfish, jewfish, tarpon, and, in fact, 

 all the gamiest fishes of the gulf that 

 frec[uent our inlet. Soon my reel was 

 singing, and my line leaving the reel at 

 the rate of forty miles an hour, as I 

 thought. After several such tunes, and 

 a jig or two, I had enough for an hour's 

 sport. As we were nearing our land- 

 ing place we met the tarpon fishermen 

 going out to tussle with the silver kings. 



" What have you got ? " they asked. 



" Four kings and a jack," said I, and 

 they all passed. 



"Four Kings and a Jack." 



