Jamesie' s Catch 



of bird, beast or fish and, recalling my many delightful 

 days in the wilderness and the " good luck " I have 



always had, I am inclined to think in fact I know 



that my observance of the common decencies of a 

 sportsman found its full reward in the incident I here 

 relate. Many a tragedy has begun or ended with a 

 smile and I hope the reader will smile with me as he 

 takes in this " tragic " tale 



After many years of camping out and staying at 

 various resorts, I finally settled down and built a cabin 

 on the shore of a lake that contained only black bass. 

 Of all the fish that swim and take the hook, they suit 

 me best and my reasons may be condensed in the 

 answer of the old guide who being asked by a tender- 

 foot how he would know when he had hooked a bass, 

 replied thus : " Son, hooking a black bass is like getting 

 married or being bitten by a rattlesnake you know 

 something has happened." 



I have had all kinds of partners, all good fellows and 

 willing to do their share of the work but some of 

 them lacking the nerve to go through with the strenu- 

 ous things I occasionally enjoy. My old cabin burned 

 four years ago and my partners have all died, retired 

 from the game, or have married an automobile, so 

 I was in luck when three years ago I found a new 

 partner one who has the courage, good nature and 

 enthusiasm to tackle anything I may care to do. With 

 all my varied assortment of fishing places, fishing part- 



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