Tragic Fishing Moments 



had the most, but this 'un was the biggest, an' that 

 didn't seem right to me, so begin to start to commence 

 ag'in. 



We went aroun' the lake the other way this time, 

 an' if I was a poet I would say the shades of evenin' 

 approached. Ennyway they was a pictur' bein' painted 

 on the sky out to'ards the west that almost made me 

 lose intrust in fishin'. The big ole pines an' palmettoes 

 over on the west side loomed up into a glory of which 

 they seemed a part. " Silhoowetted," I think they 

 call it. The wind had fell until the water seemed 

 almost like glass in places, 'cept where they was little 

 puffs o' wind hittin' it. The other boat was jest 

 behin' us an' I noticed they wasn't much talkin' goin' 

 on. After awhile I sez to Albert, sez I : " Kid, aint 

 they enny fish in this lake? I wanta ketch somethin' 

 besides minnies." 



I noticed Albert had been lookin' ahead fer some 

 time to'ards where a p'int o' grass projeckted out 

 beyond a narrer lane that led up into some bonnets. 

 Albert sez, sezzee : " You jest wait 'till we get to 

 that cove there, an' I'll betcha somethin'll happen 

 that'll make you think you aint half so smart as you 

 think you is." 



"Haw! Haw!" sez I. "Here's another place 

 where a big 'n has 'stablished hisself a reppitation. 

 Broke everybody's lines, 'nevery thing. Well, where 

 is he?" 



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