KINKS OF ALL KINDS 



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for its mountings and then for 

 business. 



Mountings and hooks may be 

 removed from some old wornout 

 "plug" and made to serve on the 

 new bait body. 



Shellac is only semi-waterproof 

 and requires the protection of the 

 finishing coat of lacquer. Shellac 

 is used instead of oil in laying on 

 the colors, as it is not softened 

 and run off by the "banana oil" 

 in the lacquer as the oil would 

 be. 



The writer has experimented 

 with many methods of coloring 

 and waterproofing casting-baits of 

 his own "get up" and out of all 

 the systems this is the only one 

 that has satisfactorily stood the 

 test. 



A few artists' flat fitch-hair or 

 soft bristle brushes of assorted 

 sizes, not exceeding a half-inch 

 wide, is all the equipment neces- 

 sary. Use an old dish or small 

 tin can to mix color in, being 

 careful that the receptacle is 

 clean. 



A KINK THAT SAVED THE 

 DAY 



BY VAL 



Did you ever cast all morning 

 and never get a strike? Well, this 

 happened to me some time last 

 June, while on a fishing trip in 

 the Fox Lake region, near 

 Chicago. 



My partner, whose name is Bill, 

 and I were out with the birds in 

 the morning before "Old Sol" had 



shown his beaming countenance to 

 warm up the day, as it was some- 

 what chilly. 



"Looks good to me this morn- 

 ing," was Bill's first exclamation, 

 upon reaching the boat landing. 



"Yes, the wind is right and we 

 ought to get a few before break- 

 fast," was my retort. 



After assembling our tackle, we 

 started out, each of us going in 

 opposite directions, using separate 

 boats. I choose the left shore, 

 while Bill choose the right and 

 with parting words of "Good luck 

 to you, Val," and a wave of hands 

 we were off. 



I started in casting and worked 

 until I thought my arm would 



break, trying out every inviting 

 hole that was known to me on 

 that lake on the left short line, but 

 never got a rise. I was thorough- 

 ly tired out and had tried every 

 bait I had in my tackle book and 

 was just about ready to row in, 

 when the breakfast bell rang, call- 

 ing us in to the "big eats." 



When I reached the boat land- 

 ing, Bill was already there with 

 his face all smiles and I knew he 



