SOME FISH AND SOME FISHING 



shop. Rusted bolts, screws, hooks, and tools 

 were piled in heaps on the thwarts, and the 

 boat had apparently not been cleaned in 

 many moons. 



The boatman produced a very rusty hook 

 and snood and proposed to bend it on to 

 my line. I objected and handed him a new 

 hook rigged to my liking. This was criticised 

 and not approved of but reluctantly tied to 

 my line, and I proceeded to fish. 



A short time after the boatman touched 

 me on the shoulder and remarked: "You 

 men come from the East and tell us pro- 

 fessionals how to fish." I said nothing not- 

 withstanding that the boot was on the other 

 leg. 



We combed the ocean all day with no 

 result, for it was one of those still days at 

 sea which makes one believe that the fish 

 have formed a League of Nations with an 

 agreement not to bite. 



On the following day I hooked a large 

 marlin and the fun began. I looked over 

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