FISHING FOR " BULL-HEADS " 



and woof of night envelops the creek and 

 spreads out into the lake across still waters. 

 The country road lies, a brownish-gray streak, 

 along the bridge and on the hill beyond, 

 and there is not the sound of a wandering 

 wheel to disturb the silence. Once in a 

 long while there will come the hardly heard 

 tinkle of a bell, but in the main there is 

 only an indescribable lisping murmur of 

 the night. 



The " bull-heads " begin to roam around 

 when night comes, and they are partial to old 

 bridges like this. They are found in schools 

 of twenty or thirty sometimes, and a basket- 

 ful can be caught in a short time. They do 

 not seem to become alarmed by the abstract- 

 ing of their comrades, and the last one of a 

 group of a dozen will take a bait with that 

 same trusting confidence which characterized 

 the action of the first one to come out of the 

 water. Sometimes the u bull-heads " will act 

 capriciously and you may not get a bite for a 

 long time. The " bite " that the " bull-head " 

 gives is simply a steady pull on the pork as 

 he proceeds to engulf it. When you think he 

 has got it down as far as it will go, hoist away 



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