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Our boat was durn small an' Albert, bein' a ex-navy 

 feller, jest naturally pulled the bow up so durn high 

 when rowin' that the water poured over the stern where 

 I was settin' at times. So you see I started out with 

 the first part o' "fisherman's luck." We was aimin' 

 fer the other side o' the lake, 'bout a half mile away. 

 They was a lot o' coves over there an' fish was reputed 

 to hang out thereabouts. They did, fer my first durn 

 cast got a vicious strike from one that weighed mebbe 

 five pounds. The thing startled me so that I fergot to 

 hook him an' he got away. He made one wild leap in 

 the air' an' went away from there. I wasn't ready, 

 an* was jest feelin' out my castin' arm. 



Well, me an' Albert got ten of 'em 'fore it begin 

 to git purty windy fer comfortable fishin'. Then Jack 

 an' t'other feller j'ined us an' we found a nice camp- 

 site among some trees. We cooked enough fish fer a 

 sailor's boardin' house and eat like a passel o' half- 

 starved hyeenys. Kelsey, while he was smokin' an' 

 restin' a little, told me a story 'bout a feller that caught 

 one right here that weighed more'n fourteen pounds. 

 When he said the feller caught the fish on a live min- 

 nie I lost all intrust in the tale. Albert mixed some 

 more o' them things an' we started out ag'in in good 

 spirits. I got altogether about twenty-five bass an' 

 kept about ten, an* was jest about of the opinion that 

 this was enuff when Jack hung onto an* landed in 

 the boat a bass that went a good nine pounds. I 



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