An Angler, Not a Matador 



Here is a funny one but it's tragic all right. I 

 have read it to a few of my fishing pals, and we all 

 had a good laugh. Mr. Wallace Lewis has written 

 a dandy story, and it's a cinch everybody will laugh 

 and sympathize with him. 



I have enjoyed your Black Bass Chats to the ex- 

 treme limit of my capacity for enjoyment, but could 

 not screw up my nerve to venture an opinion in the 

 presence of men whose fishing experience began long 

 before I started serving my term on earth. But your 

 Tragic Moments lets me in, for while my life has been 

 comparatively short, it has been unusually filled with 

 experiences, so I will try to tell you what I consider 

 my most tragic moment. 



Were you ever chased by a bull, Mr. Dilg? No? 

 Well, take it from one who knows, there are enough 

 excitement and thrills in that alone to satisfy the 

 ordinary person, and if you are a charter member 

 of the " Order of the Heavy Foot " and cannot exceed 

 the gait of the proverbial ice-wagon, then the chances 

 are that your experience will be tragic. But to be 

 charged by a bull a real, old, red he-bull while 

 playing with the daddy of all bass, and to lose Daddy 



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