Tragic Fishing Moments 



of landing anything, for I didn't possess a fly-fishing 

 outfit nor the knowledge of its use. 



At any rate, after casting in vain plugs of as many 

 colors as the rainbow, and as time had no value as 

 far as fishing was concerned, thought I'd see how the 

 bug looked in the water. After floating that bug, 

 it sure looked as if any bass in his right mind ought 

 not to let the opportunity slip to put that morsel 

 under his belt, and I was at once seized with the desire 

 to give him the chance. Understand the handicap 

 of casting a cork bug with a heavy casting line and 

 a five and a half foot casting rod. The idea won, 

 however, and after a lot of heartbreaking practice, 

 and to the vociferous disapproval of my companion 

 (after wrapping the line and bug around his neck 

 several times), I managed to handle more or less grace- 

 fully twenty to twenty-five feet of line. 



The happiest moment of my fishing experience was 

 when I took the first fish with that bug a two- 

 pound small-mouth, and as far as I was concerned 

 the real and great purpose of my vacation had been 

 fulfilled. 



Possessing only one bug, and no way of getting 

 more on short order, rather limited my chance for 

 good fishing every day; and true to Will Dilg's ex- 

 perience, they didn't want a bug with yellow and 

 red wings as a steady diet. Instead of being able 

 to find the bug that fit the day, it was necessary to 



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