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bass when the other fellow finds it necessary to be 

 satisfied with pan fish. Right in mid-season, when 

 the mercury was flirting with the QO-degree mark 

 on an afternoon, I have had plenty of sport still- 

 fishing for small-mouth bass. On Black Lake in 

 northern Wisconsin, with Earny Wendt, the livest 

 little old guide that ever handled a paddle, we have 

 often located a school of small-mouth and by send- 

 ing our mud minnows down to them, depleted the 

 school to such an extent that the old " he-wop " 

 teacher closed up for want of scholars. The water 

 is exceptionally clear in Black Lake and at from 

 thirty to forty feet, Earny, with his eagle eyes, could 

 locate a school of bass and we would quietly fish it 

 to a fare-you-well. From one school of eleven fine 

 fellows we took eight before they wised up to the 

 fact that there was a string to the bait offer. Often 

 three or four bass would make a dart for the minnow 

 only to be disappointed by the winner swimming off 

 with his prey to stop and swallow it at his leisure. 

 The run of the bass in this school, before stopping 

 to swallow the bait, varied from 40 to 90 feet. 



SPORT FIT FOR A KING 



A few seasons ago at a lake that is considered 

 very civilized waters and which has been fished to 

 a finish for the past twenty years, three fishermen 

 landed as nice a bunch of small-mouth bass on a hot 

 August day as ever falls to the lot of an angler, and 



