A Worms a Worm 



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had moored close to each other. The canoehouse manager 

 had fished before the crowd arrived, and when I got there he 

 was standing near the outside water tap with a nice catch 

 of perch and crappies neatly spread out on a white cloth. 

 They had all the beauty of new-caught fish, the blue on the 

 crappie gills still undimmed and the scales of the perch 

 standing clearly and brightly in the morning light. 



"Are they getting many?" I asked. As a noncompetitor I 

 could ask questions which would be truthfully answered. 



"Some are and some aren't." 



"I wonder why." 



"Just like everything else. Some people don't seem to have 

 any trouble. Others can't make it even if they borrow the 

 other fellow's rod, boat, and bait can." He laid a fish on its 

 side on a short piece of plank and fastened it lightly with 

 small nails through the head and tail. "It's funny about fish- 



