The Black Bass 85 



July and August than during the months 

 its name was coupled with and whenever 

 one of these flights were in order, black 

 bass were caught in great numbers by the 

 meanest rod upon the bridge. 



My companion and I had our sport 

 from a small canoe. Frank would guide 

 the tiny craft one evening and I would 

 be the paddleman the next evening. I 

 was far from being an expert with the 

 fly rod in those days, but I often 

 hooked some big fish and afforded my 

 more skilled companion many quarter- 

 hours of enjoyment watching my clumsy 

 efforts to boat the prize. Once I hooked 

 two silver bass on the same leader, and 

 my friend's joy over my predicament was 

 so profound that, in noting his exuberant 

 hilarity, I broke the joint piece of my rod 

 -and actually went heels over head into 

 the river in the exciting endeavor to grasp 

 the fast disappearing line and the rod 

 part that went with it. Frank all but 

 followed me, the canoe half filled with 



