A Lost Opportunity 



Harry B. Logan, of Madelia, Minnesota, sends 

 us this tragic story and it is a good one. My friend 

 Harry and his wife fish together, and he says she 

 is quite as good as he with rod and reel. A few years 

 back we marveled when we saw a lady bait-casting 

 or fly-casting, but in these days it is a common 

 thing, proving that the American man has found the 

 lady of his heart to be the best of pals. Those who 

 don't know this by experience had better try it. 

 You got her once boys, now get her again. 



I must still be regarded as an infant bass fisherman. 

 Two seasons bassing tells it all. When a boy I caught 

 pike, pickerel, sunfish and rock bass aplenty, but we 

 had no black bass then. As I grew older my fishing 

 interest lagged. Several years ago I started reading 

 outdoor magazines. I don't remember which writer 

 first interested me in the black bass, but I know now I 

 owe him a debt of gratitude. I'm afraid I am even 

 dubbed a "nut" by some who can't understand the 

 ways of a fisherman's heart. 



It was in June of my first season when my Most 

 Tragic Moment came. I'm positive I shall never have 

 another which will assume the tragic proportions that 



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