FROG-HUNTING 



splash tells where a black bass leaped for a 

 roving dragon-fly. The surface of the lake, 

 alternately smoothed and ruffled by winds and 

 flecked by sun and shade, is an ever-changing 

 picture, framed by the massive hills. The 

 creak of a rowlock announces a passing boat, 

 and a lazy buzzard draws inky circles high 

 up in the blue. The sun shines in drowsy 

 meadows where katydids cling to the grasses, 

 and down in the woods the spirit of slum- 

 ber folds idle hands and dreams the long day 

 through. 



If you want frogs for bait and what 

 more tempting bait can be offered to a big- 

 mouthed bass? you must take them alive. 

 This will require a small linen sack and 

 the " know how " of live-frog catching. 

 Meadow-frogs are your game now, and you 

 will find them in little boggy, damp spots on 

 the hill-side, or deep in the woods in grassy 

 " sloughs " that lie in the timber. There 

 you will find the meadow-frogs ready to be 

 caught. They can jump about seven feet at 

 a clip, and to catch them by hand requires 

 an eye for distance and some practice. It is 

 pretty good fun surrounding a lusty meadow- 

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