DAY OF THE CAMP-FIRE MAN 



himself. It's an up-to-date, twentieth-century, 

 motor-driven, automatic, tarpon-catcher and if 

 you don't interfere with the machinery it will 

 catch tarpon for you." 



"But I want to catch a tarpon myself." 

 "Oh, you can turn the crank, as you're told. 

 That is all that is expected of a tourist. A 

 machine holds the rod, a motor-man keeps the 

 boat in position, and you get a front seat in a 

 moving picture show. Of course, a good spring 

 on the reel handle would get more fish than you 

 will, but you couldn't go home and talk of that. 

 Now you hunt up my captain and tell him to 

 rustle some fresh mullet for bait, while you get 

 into your fishing clothes in a hurry and meet me 

 here." 



Half an hour later my friend was on his way 

 down the Caloosahatchee, seated in a revolving 

 arm chair in the stern of a small motor boat. The 

 Camera-man and I followed in our slower little 

 craft merely to see the fun. At Niggerhead the 

 motor of the fishing boat was stopped, the boat- 

 man put a white strip from the belly of a mullet 

 on the sportsman's hook, fixed the rod in the 

 machine for holding it, and taking the oars the 



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