CHAPTER VI 



CASTING AFTER DAKK 



Perhaps night casting, like Milton's "Paradise 

 Lost," is more admired than indulged in. We all 

 gladly acknowledge Milton's supremacy among 

 poets, but and so . That casting artificial lures 

 in Stygian blackness is ultimate sport we all eagerly 

 admit, too eagerly in fact, our zeal smacking of the 

 litterateur's admiration for our greatest poet. In 

 plain English, there are few casters who essay the 

 sport in darkness, and "there's a reason." It shall 

 be my purpose in this chapter to talk about the joys 

 of night fishing, putting its attractiveness in the 

 fore-front, not forgetting to enlarge upon the 

 "how-to" side of the subject, however. 



Night casting is beginning where the other fel- 

 low leaves off. When the sun kisses the tree tops 

 and the long shadows come stretching and reaching 

 in from the western shore, the night fisher shoves 

 his little bark out upon the stilling water. No mat- 

 ter what the day may have been, how windy or 

 tempestuous, ordinarily the sable hand stills the 

 waves, a great calm settles on lake and shore. The 

 folk-saying, "The wind will go down with the sun," 



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