Tragic Fishing Moments 



him. I think there never will be such another. But 

 I know the very lily pad from which he thrust his 

 great curved back. And the little dark minnow has 

 had its hooks oiled and has been tenderly laid away 

 until next June rolls around. Nestling in the same 

 box is a moth, an exquisite study in browns squir- 

 rel tail and daintily stippled rich brown feathers, tied 

 especially to please this particular black bass. He will 

 never know the sacrilege that has been committed to 

 please his fastidious taste, but something tells me he 

 will be powerless to resist. 



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