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along the years until you catch sight of yourself 

 as you once were, you will realize that the boy 

 knows but one rule when fishing, and that is, " Get 

 there ! " Methods do not matter to him so that 

 he catches fish. Neither has he learned that dainty 

 discrimination among the inhabitants of the water 

 that comes with the years. We know boys, even in 

 these days, who would rather stand on a log and 

 catch unlimited numbers of sunfish, than to fish all 

 day and take a half-dozen bass. 



He had borrowed a cane pole, and the line, with 

 the slipping-noose of shining copper wire at the 

 end, was soon dangling over the side of the bridge. 

 Yes, the suckers were still there just about as they 

 had been a month before when he saw them but 

 lacked the paraphernalia for their capture. Of 

 course, they were not good eating, for it was sum- 

 mer-time and their flesh was soft. So, as often 

 as one was derricked wriggling to the bridge, it was 

 thrown back, and the process repeated. Naturally, 

 he sought to catch the biggest ones, and when he 

 discovered one of unusual size lying in the shadow 

 of a rock he was all a-tingle with desire and 

 anxiety. Cautiously he dropped the snare well 

 above the fish and gently guided it down with the 

 current until the copper wire was well back of the 

 gills, and then jerked. Hurrah! he had him! 

 Sucker? Not with that mouth and the beautiful 

 carmine spots upon its sides. It is a trout, and a 

 big one. The suckers had lost their charm, and 



