REMINISCENT TALES 



he saw a fin then at once inform the Angler. 

 He did as requested and awoke him at sun- 

 rise. 



"I see de big fin near cliff so den we mak a 

 ketch much/' was his report. 



"All right, Lad; get things ready; we'll take 

 a bite and try our luck," came the reply. 



Everything must be in readiness if the fish 

 were to be aroused and enticed near the sur- 

 face. A good fly rod was selected. 



A Parmachenee Belle and a Brown Hackle 

 on a strong leader chosen, then the rod 

 placed in the canoe. 



The lures must be uncommon ones in order 

 to stir up the stubborn chaps. There were 

 two Burtis's rods out for this trial. 



Both had swiveled leaders, two flies and 

 tail hooks baited with small minnows. 



The morning was misty, rainy and cold 

 enough to make a heavy overcoat a welcome 

 burden. A keen, stiff blow swept in from all 

 quarters, and with occasional sharper squalls 

 made the guidance of the canoe a very diffi- 

 cult task. 



The Angler held a rod in each hand. Joe 

 circled the canoe. No strikes at all. More 

 line was payed out, more circling, gave the 

 same result. Evidently the plausible de- 



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