Big Game at Sea 



an extraordinary exhibition of strength. I had visited 

 Aransas Pass the season previous, and hoped to find 

 a devil-fish and renew the acquaintance of years before 

 on the opposite side of the Gulf, but none were seen. 

 Mr. Sterett is a wise man in his generation, as he 

 determined not to tell his story until he could reinforce 

 it by photographs of the catch, feeling confident that 

 no one would believe it, and not knowing that Mr. 

 Tomlinson, of St. Petersburg, Fla., had taken a num- 

 ber in his specially prepared boat, and that devil-fish 

 spearing was the manly sport sixty years ago in South 

 Carolina. Mr. Sterett says: 



For two days before it occurred, four or five of 

 these creatures were seen near the end of the jetties 

 extending from St. Joseph's Island. They were on 

 the surface, moving around something like cattle 

 feeding in a pasture. Our party, which it may be 

 well to mention was composed of the following gen- 

 tlemen, since some of them may be worthy of belief, 

 consisted of John W. Robbins, Austin; Eugene 

 Cherry, Sherman; E. P. Gregg, Sherman; P. R. 

 Markham, Sherman; O. C. Ahlers, Sherman; T. T. 

 Fuller, Wichita Falls; Brig. Gen. Cleary, San Fran- 

 cisco; J. W. Maxwell, Austin; Walter Crow, Waxa- 

 hachie; Eugene Carley, Terrell; Capt. Walters, 

 Houston; N. L. Buckner, Dallas; Dr. G. H. 

 Wooten, Austin; R. C. Roberdeau, Austin; Butz 

 Metzler, Dallas; Dr. E. V. Dickey, Dallas; L. A. 

 Pires, Dallas; C. C. Cobb, Dallas, and myself. Nat- 



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