A Dav at Lake Tetonka. 



He would come up, then shoot down, then tug away on 

 the line in a vain effort to reach the rush beds. In one of these 

 spurts he evidently got a turn around a bunch of rushes and 

 broke the line. We were all genuinely sorry for Mrs. Van 

 Fleet when she reeled in the broken line, minus hook and fish. 



We reached the landing just as the bell rang for supper, 

 hungry for the meal, and well satisfied with our outing and our 

 catch, with the exception of "the big fish that got away." 



Outdoor Life. 



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