The Journal of a Sporting Nomad 
of the large scales to the proprietor, who writes 
your name on it in ink, and a few particulars, 
such as the date, weight, and time taken to kill 
the fish; these are nailed up on a board and 
hung up in the hall that ‘“ those who run may 
read.” A tarpon caught in the way described 
does not give such good sport as one that 
may be hooked whilst trolling. There are two 
reasons for this, one being that in chunk-fishing 
the fish is allowed to swallow the bait, and cannot 
therefore fight so hard with the iron in his 
stomach as one that is hooked in the mouth. 
Then it is rare that a fish is lost in the former 
method, for by no means can a tarpon disgorge 
the hook when it has been swallowed, and, 
barring accidents, such as breaking the line, 
hook or rod, or by getting hung up in some 
obstacle, it is only a question of patience and 
strength before the fish be brought to the gaff. 
This is all altered when trolling, and this manner 
of fishing is far more sportsmanlike as practised 
in the openings that occur between the reefs on 
the sea coast, and are termed ‘“‘ Passes.”’ The 
two Passes I know best are “ Captiva” and 
‘“‘ Boca Grande.” The water is very deep, the 
tide running at the rate of seven or eight knots 
an hour. The boat is moored with a long rope 
and big stone in a likely place, a buoy being 
fastened to the rope end that comes inboard. 
When a fish strikes, this buoy is at once thrown 
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