By Hook? No, Crook 



Here is one from Mr. Peter J. Schwab a really 

 great fisherman, whose fishing tales are prose poems. 

 Read Pete's tragic moment and thrill through and 

 through as I did, and do not fail to honor both him 

 and his pal for putting that evil gill net out of com- 

 mission. Besides, take to heart the lesson of how 

 fish hogs ruined " the most beautiful lake in South 

 Jersey." 



It's not an easy thing for an angler of many years 

 to recall a fishing moment of such tragic aspect that 

 it attains the superlative " most." 



As a little shaver I took along my bit of store string 

 and made a " choker " by trying a big fat worm 

 through the middle. This was considered better than 

 a bent pin. A burnt match was the favored float. 

 When it disappeared from sight, we waited slyly for 

 the sunnie to gorge the worm and " choke " himself 

 sure enough, when with a sudden jerk he would be 

 yanked to shore. 



My first tragedy was caused by a sunnie who had, 

 one by one, gobbled down half my worms. In the 

 meantime Ginger had caught a big bullhead and was 

 taunting me with my lack of success. I would settle 



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