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TACKLE AND THE MAN 



A NORTHERN fisherman friend, who is also a first-rate 

 shot, went out last year with two noyices. They 

 had taken the shoot but could not get a bird. My 

 friend maintained there were plenty of birds. So 

 they sallied forth together, and he proceeded to 

 knock down one bird after another, until one of his 

 companions asked him, " Where did you get that 

 gun?" 



" At Penrith for ten pounds," was the answer. 



" Ten pounds ! " said the over-dressed novice, 

 " why I gave a hundred pounds for mine." 



" Aye, aye," said my friend, " but it's not the 

 gun, it's the man." 



It is much the same with fishing. In spite of all 

 the new inventions, expensive rods and tackle, over- 

 dressed and gaudy looking flies, it eventually filters 

 down to this great principle, as in all sport, it's the 

 man that matters, and not his rig-out. 



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