Tragic Fishing Moments 



own accord. Some kind, thoughtful person in boat 

 one cut us loose and my mother took to the oars. We 

 were alone in the trailer and I had my fish right back 

 of the boat, fighting hard, but he was hooked for fair. 

 I could not land him because he was too strong and 

 heavy for me. 



After a bit my mother stood up in the boat, contrary 

 to all advice of my father, and struck him with an oar. 

 I also arose to the occasion and half lifted, half 

 dragged him in the boat. My fish ! ! ! I sat down in 

 the bottom of the boat with him and stroked him and 

 talked to him. The first boat teetered on a rock for a 

 few minutes but finally got off and Maud, being a 

 good sport that day, started off nicely. Soon we were 

 on our way. 



It seemed a long way to me, as I wanted to show 

 my father, weigh my fish, and have my picture taken. 

 He was awaiting us on the dock. All day he had had 

 in mind the hidden rocks and when he learned it was 

 there that all of the excitement had occurred, that my 

 mother and I had both stood up in the boat at the time 

 when the other boat was stranded on a rock and could 

 not have helped us had we struck a rock, he looked 

 so funny. However, he went to town and bought me a 

 wonderful box of fishing tackle, 



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