Tragic Fishing Moments 



forbidden day." Accordingly, I fastened the pickerel 

 to a convenient branch in among the logs by using a 

 fishline stringer. 



And then, being fully guilty of Sunday-fishing, I 

 decided to make an afternoon of it, and catch some 

 more. We all know how it is when once we have 

 yielded to pleasurable wrongdoing. We decide nat- 

 urally that " one might as well be hung for a sheep as 

 a lamb," and proceed to " go the limit." Man, how 

 those fish bit that day ! I got no more pickerel as large 

 as the first, but I took two other good ones, and I 

 sought for and found angleworms, and landed at least 

 a dozen nice rock bass. All of these fish went on the 

 stringer, and I finally went home with sweet thoughts 

 of the morning when I should return and start the day 

 with a record catch. I planned to carry that " string " 

 down to my uncle's store and weigh the fish, along 

 about noon when there would be plenty of people to 

 see 'em. 



Now comes the tragedy, and it brought tears to my 

 eyes. Next morning when I returned to that log jam 

 those fish were gone. Yep, every one of them 

 stringer and all ! It was a bitter moment when in my 

 eagerness I ran directly to the spot where that string 

 of fish should have been, and found that either some- 

 one had found them and stolen them or the stringer 

 had come loose. 



It was hard to believe. What had I done to be 

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