A Big Fish for a Little Girl 



Here is a delightful story by an equally delightful 

 little girl of fourteen: 



Miss Florence Pierce of Rhinelander, Wisconsin, 

 is surely a daughter after a fisherman's own heart. 



It is a fact that each year more and more of our 

 American girls and women are taking up angling 

 and realizing its charm, which, boys, means a won- 

 derful comradeship for us. 



The Lady-Who-Fishes-With-Me is so skillful and 

 ardent an angler that I consider her about the best 

 all-round fisherman I know. 



I am a girl, fourteen years of age, and an only child, 

 somewhat handicapped, I'll say. The fish story I shall 

 write happened to me when I was ten. We have a 

 cottage on the Pelican chain of lakes in northern Wis- 

 consin. This chain consists of five lakes with thor- 

 oughfares between and has been noted for its game 

 fish, especially muskellunge. 



My parents wanted to confine my fishing ambition 

 to a small hook on the end of a rotten line, a bright red 

 bobber, a green birch pole, and an unwilling grass- 

 hopper for bait. My heart was supposed to pound at 

 the sight of a sunfish or bluegill. Nothing doing! 



The day I embarked on my great adventure, the 

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