An Angler at Five 



Few men can handle a bait-casting rod with more 

 accuracy than does Mr. L. J. Boughner. He uses 

 dainty six foot, three inch rods and they weigh less 

 than five ounces. He casts a weighted fly of his own 

 make. His lure weighs a little less than one-quarter 

 of an ounce. Boughner has bait-casting down to a 

 fine art. He is a student of outdoors, knows all our 

 game fishes and their habits. 



That boy of his is a fishing kid for fair. Such boys 

 are the fishermen of the future and there are thou- 

 sands of us who are willing to fight for them under 

 the banner of the Izaak Walton League of America. 



(Since writing the above L. J. Boughner has 

 reached the end of the trail and I doubt not has long 

 since been welcomed by his pal, Larry St. John, who 

 preceded him by only a few months. Let us hope so.) 



Jackson Leroy Boughner is nearly nine years old, 

 and a fisherman of prowess. He has a steel rod that 

 so loves him it objects neither to be stepped on nor to 

 being brought down with a whack on the gunwale of 

 a boat. He has a reel whose musical click can be 

 heard a mile away, and makes the summer resorters 

 think there's a new rowboat motor on the lake. He 

 has a line that would have held the Lusitania from 

 sinking. He has learned how to cast as far as twenty 



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