1 84 LAKE AND STREAM GAME FISHING 



It interested me, this Pflueger-surprise minnow, as I 

 twirled it back and forth in the shadows of the 

 flickering cabin light, I must have a try with it, I 

 decided. 



" So on this, the afternoon of the last day, I and 

 my brother, Byron V., who had captured several nice 

 specimens of the genus bass and had been express- 

 ing extreme pity on me in a sarcastic way, pushed 

 off from the wharf. We tore across the lake to a 

 juicy bay, from which we had harvested several beau- 

 ties a few days before. I sat in the stern idly 

 casting my minnow toward the weed-beds, until my 

 hands and disposition felt like plank slabs. 



" As brothers in a boat sometimes do, we were 

 placing cutting remarks where they would fit; my re- 

 marks anent his rowing were extremely polite, but 

 if I do say it myself, they cut deeper than the snowy 

 gale that was blowing. He complimented me beau- 

 tifully on my angling ability, with a hoarse sardonic 

 laugh which tingled into me like a harpoon. I was 

 slowly reeling in my line, indulging in repartee, when 

 it happened. It struck ! 



TWENTY MINUTES OF RUSHING BATTLE 



" It is strange how soon temperatures change in 

 northern Wisconsin. One minute it is below freez- 

 ing and then it jumps to summer heat; and believe 

 me, when that old fish began to patter through his 

 bagful of tricks the mercury spurted from the top of 



