CHAPTER XXIX. 



PIKE AND BASS FISHING ON LONG LAKE. 



AN AFTERNOON'S CATCH, 180 POUNDS OFFISH! LEROY AND THE POL- 

 LYWOGS TOP THE NARROWS HUNTING A LOON " YOU'VE GOT A 

 WHALE, SURE" AN ENORMOUS PICKEREL THREE DAYS' CATCH, 

 620 POUNDS HOME AGAIN. 



WE landed at the foot of Long lake about noon, made 

 camp, and prepared for business. We launched the boat we 

 took with us, and procured two others that we found on the 

 lake. The majority of the party disposed themselves in the 

 boats for trolling, the others still-fished from logs and fallen 

 trees along the shore. I employed John Moulton, a young 

 man who lives on the bank of the lake, to row for me, and 

 Mr. Powers and myself started for the Narrows, a point 

 where the best fishing is said to be. 



But we didn't have to wait to reach the Narrows to find 

 good sport. We had gone but a few strokes from camp when 

 the trouble began. Our oarsman kept near the shore, and 

 from almost every submerged log or tree top, of which there 

 are a great many all along the shores, there came a bass that 

 went for one or the other of our spoons, and there was but 

 little time during the afternoon that one of us was not en- 

 gaged in reeling in a fish. The bass were of the small 

 mouthed variety, Micropterus salmoides. They are very 

 vigorous in this high northern latitude, and furnish magnifi- 

 cent sport. As we passed an island about three miles from 

 camp, Mr. Powers hooked a pike that weighed ten and three- 

 quarters pounds, and as we returned later in the evening, he 

 took another from the same hole, weighing eleven and one- 



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