IBOJIE. 



There are those who take their pleasure climbing hills they 



never scale, 



Or in snubbing short some bucking, sweating colt ; 

 There are others who think Heaven's but a rope's length from 



the tail 



Of a long-horned brindled steer in mad revolt. 

 Others clinch with mountain lions as sure antidote for care, 

 While others trail the moose and caribou, 

 And now and then one tackles half a ton of grizzly bear 

 And enjoys the maddest dance he ever knew. 

 Let them have their little pleasures with such hairy, scary toys 

 For mine the whitecaps and the snorting breeze, 

 A heeling cat-boat handled by two husky sailor boys 

 And the troll-line straining through the choppy seas ! 



IN bluefishing, one of the hardest things to catch 

 is the boat that is, the proper boat. I have 

 caught most every sort of boat, or rather quite a lot 

 of them have caught me ; but we must live and 

 learn. The wrong boat is undesirable in many 

 ways, chiefly because it is apt to contain the wrong 

 skipper, and, if crew there be, the wrong crew. On 

 the principle, I suppose, that two or more wrongs 

 never made a right, the man who unfortunately 

 engages the wrong outfit is mighty apt to find his 

 pleasure seriously hampered by limits. It is there- 

 fore well to inspect the craft and size up her owner 

 in advance if possible, for of those who go down to 



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