"Our angler lands at the mouth of Wilson Creek." 



A Day With the Buffalo Bass. 



On a beautiful morning in early autumn, just as the sun 

 cast his first warm rays on the sleeping world, an angler might 

 have been seen stealing quietly out of a tent pitched among the 

 oaks on the shore of the Buffalo River, in Linn County, Iowa. 



There is no excited haste in his movements as he steps into 

 his light boat, pushes it off the shore and paddles away up the 

 mill pond. 



Reaching a likely looking place he gently lays his paddle 

 in the bottom of the boat and proceeds to rig his tackle. 



As he prepares his outfit for the sport he loves so much we 

 will steal a glance at his outfit and his surroundings. 



His rod is a four-piece home-made affair, but serviceable 

 and adapted to the work. The reel, line and box of tackle all 

 tell the story of angling experience in many waters in different 

 parts of the country. 



As he pulls his line through the guides and attaches a 

 leader he casts his eye up the river and notes the lay of the 

 land. A moderately wide stream with numerous deep bends, 

 pools, sunken logs, water-covered boulders, stretches of ripples, 



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