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KINKS OF ALL KINDS 



Here it is : Take a treble hook 

 and a small one so that the eye 

 won't slip over the barb of the 

 fly hook. Melt or file the solder 

 off, releasing the third hook. 

 That will spring over the fly hook 

 and insure most any strike you 

 may get. Then it is up to you 

 to land your fish. 



A KINK ON FISH TRANS- 

 PORTATION 



BY GEORGE RAVELING 

 Have you ever taken a trip to 

 some isolated lake, fished for a 

 couple of days and captured a fine 

 mess of the finny beauties and on 

 the morning of departure turned 

 them all back out of your live 

 box into the lake on account of 

 not being able to procure ice, and 

 a pail to carry them in, or because 

 both were too cumbersome to han- 

 dle while changing from one 

 train to another? 



Most of us have, however badly 

 we have wanted to take just a 

 mess home to our family or a 

 couple to pass along to some 

 doubting Thomas who seemed 

 skeptical about our tales (tales, 

 mind you, not tails), of what we 

 caught. Here is how I succeeded 

 in taking a nice little bunch home 

 without being cumbersome and 

 without ice on a warm June day, 

 although the location of the fish- 

 ing waters made it necessary to 

 travel all day and make five 

 changes en route. 



First the fish were gutted and 

 gilled and washed clean inside 



and out. Then the insides were 

 stuffed with green cottonwood 

 leaves and more leaves spread 

 upon several thicknesses of paper 

 upon which the fish were placed, 

 and another layer of leaves over 

 the fish. Then the bundle was 

 rolled up, being careful to over- 

 lap the ends, and several more 

 papers wrapped around the out- 

 side. 



The package, upon being un- 

 wrapped after the journey, dis- 

 closed the fish in as fine shape as 

 when they left the lake; and let 

 me tell you, they look real 

 tempting in a bed of nice green 

 leaves. 



If leaves are not available, good 

 clean slough grass will serve the 

 purpose just as well. 



THE PORK RIND FROG 



By W. T. LEROW 

 Have you ever been fishing and 

 after using every bait you had in 

 your tackle box and getting nary 

 a strike, had a farmer boy come 

 rowing by with a string of fine 

 bass and pickerel? What bait 

 was he using? you ask. Just a 

 common frog. Do you remember 

 how you frantically rowed to the 

 shore in search *of some frogs 

 and found plenty so small they 

 still had the pollywog tails? There 

 was just one frog of the right 

 size for casting and after a mad 

 scramble he got away. Well, I 

 was in the same fix and I wanted 

 fish because the folks at home 

 would have the laugh on me if I 



