A Reel Story 



Plenty of laughs in this Great Northern pike story 

 by Mr. J. W. Oatout, of Watervliet, New York. 

 He writes me : " I never dreamed of attempting 

 to write a story, and this is no literary gem by a 

 long shot, but you have so particularly said the story 

 is the thing and not the style, that I have ventured 

 to wade in." This story will make all honest anglers 

 laugh. 



Between hard work and a few other little things 

 like that, my time is taken up about eleven months 

 in the year, the other month being devoted to fishing, 

 mostly at near-by lakes which must surely contain a 

 lot of fish because it is a rare thing to see one taken 

 out. But I make it a point to spend at least one week 

 at a certain lake where there is very good sport, even 

 though the fish do not attain record size. 



Three of us usually go together Art, Herm, and 

 I. Art and Herm are both fish bugs. We go to the 

 same place every year, driving the distance in what 

 Art calls his " tinsmith's dream." Starting early in 

 the morning we can make it in about five hours, pro- 

 viding " Lizzie is willin'." At such time when she 

 gets balky and out of sorts, Art just fools around her 

 a little, pats her on the back and whispers, " Lizzie, 



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