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KINKS OF ALL KINDS 



of October, 1888, about 9 :30. We 

 reached the fishing grounds about 

 10:30. I baited father's line with 

 a live chub minnow and started 

 it down stream. To this day I 

 can't remember the exact length 

 of line I had out, but it did not 

 seem to be over fifteen or twenty 

 feet. Suddenly something hap- 

 pened; I realized that I had a 

 strike, and I struck simultaneously 

 with Mr. Bass. Excitement ran 

 riot in the boat. I knocked over 

 the minnow pail, also the lantern, 

 putting it out. Father came to 

 the rescue by getting the anchor 

 in the boat and put inshore. After 

 pulling and tugging with this sav- 

 age fish for over twenty minutes, 

 I finally brought him to shore. 

 Father scooped him up with the 

 dip net and into the boat. The 

 bass weighed 5^ pounds. That 

 was all the fishing I wanted for 

 that night. Father had better suc- 

 cess as the night progressed, land- 

 ing three more bass, of 2^, 3 T A 

 and 2 Ibs. weight, respectively. 

 Father accused me of having been 

 frightened out of ten years' 

 growth. 



I have great confidence in the 

 Cincinnati bass hook, and I have 

 used it continuously and have 

 landed some big bass with its aid. 

 Some of the striped bass have 

 weighed as high as 28 Ibs. 



I have used the cork floats in 

 fishing in Nevada, on the Truckee 

 River, where it was impossible to 

 get within forty feet of the 

 "holes." I used four or five corks 

 and floated my fly or bait down 



the riffles to the deep holes. I 

 landed some trout that would do 

 credit to any fisherman. 



I have used the cork float on 

 other rivers in California and 

 have been usually successful at 

 Tiburon, using in this instance 

 clams and sardines as bait. 



Black bass strike at different 

 baits at different times of season, 

 helgramites, soft shell crawfish, 

 angleworms, minnows, flies, 

 spoons, grasshoppers all have 

 their turn. Bass are like human 

 beings in that they know the kind 

 of food they prefer, and giving 

 them food out of season is com- 

 parable to giving a chap who goes 

 into a restaurant and orders corn 

 beef and cabbage, mush and milk. 



CRAWFISH AND CANDY 



BY HOLLAND GREER 

 When I was a boy of twelve, I 

 was a great lover of what we 

 now call crawfish. 



Many a day I would play 

 truant from school. Going down 

 by the old creek I would sit on 

 the bank and fish for those mis- 

 chievous "devils" for hours at a 

 time. Often I had little or no suc- 

 cess. In those days about the 

 best method of catching crawfish 

 was to tie a piece of fat pork on 

 the end of a string, let the pork 

 end of the string sink to the bot- 

 tom and then wait for results. 



This was very tiresome, and at 

 times caused me to go home in 

 disgust, and get the usual ha, ha. 

 Realizing that the pork and string 

 idea was on the bum, I began to 



