September Days at Madison Lake. 



and glory enough for the 

 morning's sport, so we were 

 content to quit for the morn- 

 ing. 



After lunch we discussed 

 the situation and decided to 

 row across the bay and try 

 Stony Point, which we reached 

 after a pull that forced the 

 perspiration from every pore. 

 We dropped anchor near the 

 rushes, put on frogs, and com- 

 menced casting. We worked 

 hard, alternately anchoring 

 and drifting, but were doomed 

 to disappointment. After an 

 hour of this kind of work, we 

 decided to float down south 

 bay casting in favorable 

 places, and if we failed to get 

 a strike, pull out for home. 

 We had drifted in close to the 

 shore and Professor Newhall 

 was rowing out, when, glanc- 

 ing back at my rod, he said, 

 "Doc, your hook has caught 

 on something." As the water 

 was quite shallow, I thought 

 at first I had fouled a snag, 

 but the instant I tightened my 

 line, a large bass leaped clear 

 of the water. I trembled for 

 my leader which had seen 

 much service, but it held firm 

 and when I finally brought 

 him alongside of the boat, 



"My twenty-six inch bass. 



