PAE ANGLING) Geis 
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After Striped Bass on the Wheel. 
Now is the season for the striped beauties to 
run up the Hudson, and last week I went to 
Riverdale for them, with rod case strapped on 
the handle bar, my box of white worms 
where the tool box usually hangs, and tackle 
case suspended behind it. Leaving Sixty- 
sixth street and the Boulevard at 8 a.oM., I 
took it leisurely, striking the old Kingsbridge 
road at about One Hundred and Fifty-seventh 
street, and thence about six miles to Riverdale. 
Upon my arrival I found several fishermen 
with their lines out and the striped bass run- 
ning, one of which, a pounder, had just been 
landed by a boisterous but enthusiastic Ger- 
man angler, whose nervous excitement was 
shown in the twitchy attempt he made to im- 
pale a white worm on his hook. He bled his 
fingers more than once, and the blood flowed 
harmoniously to his ‘‘ Mein Got” music. But 
with all his trouble and excitement he was a 
‘gentle angler,” for after subsidence he cour- 
teously allowed me space for casting, and, as 
he assured me, the best point to cast from. 
He had two other companions, both Germans, 
and they were all much interested in my rig 
for fishing, as they were using the old pater- 
noster gear—lead at end of line with three 
hooks attached above, about twelve. inches 
distant from each other. My rig consisted of 
that excellent arrangement which, some eight 
years ago, you, as editor, suggested in the old 
FHlook and fine, and used at Hell Gate. It 
was a small spinner or spoon, not larger than 
an American quarter of a dollar, with the 
gangs of hooks removed and a single hook at- 
tached to a four-inch double snood fastened to 
the end of the spoon; the hook baited with 
two white worms, one of which was entirely 
impaled on the hook, and the other partially 
so with the lower half of the worm free. 
About eighteen inches above the spoon the 
sinker was fastened. : 
With this gear I cast, single handed, about 
100, feet out into an early flood tide, and at 
the first venture hooked a pounder, which, 
attracted by the revolving metal, evidently 
darted for it and seized the tempting white 
worm as it streamed out against the tension of 
the line and tide. My German congeners, 
when the fish was landed on the wharf, be- 
came so excited and enthusiastic over the 
capture and the gear I was using, that they 
stopped fishing and then and there tore their 
old paternosters apart and borrowed two. 
spoons from me, the third German ferreting 
one from his fishing grip which was big 
enough to hold a tarpon. These companion- 
able anglers never stopped to think about their 
ignorance of the method cf casting from the 
reel, but as soon as they, under my instruc- 
tions, got their somewhat crude tackle into 
shape, commenced to cast. You may be as- 
sured I gave them plenty of room to work in. 
Needless to add that considerable of a jumble 
ensued. One of the fishermen got his line out 
about ten feet, and so fierce was the muscular 
effort of the cast, that when the line overrun, 
snap it went, and the lead with spoon and line 
attachment sped 150 feet into the river; an- 
other, in attempting to cast, sent the line about 
forty feet outward, and at so acute an angle 
that the lines of all the fishermen on the 
wharf were covered and dragged up from the 
bottom when the angular line was reeled up. 
The third landed his lead on the wharf about 
thirty feet to the side of the caster, the line 
having overrun, and the weight like a boom- 
erang coming back upon its tracks. Suffice, 
however, to state that after about an hour, dur- 
ing which my fishing outing was turned into 
a school of instruction, my three German 
friends partially caught the knack of casting, 
but owing to their awkwardness with the reel 
in recovering the line properly, and inability 
to cast far enough, failed to hook a fish, and all 
of them went back to their paternosters, but 
not in a praying mood. 
I fished until 4 Pp. M., having caught eleven 
striped bass, none weighing over a pound, 
most of them being about half that size. I 
was told, however, that the month of Novem- 
ber was the best time, and then the fish were 
more numerous and larger. ; 
I reeled up, jumped on my wheel, and was 
home at6 P. M., having had a delightful pedal 
