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vicinity. When I reached the St. Johns and cast 
my luck among the genial pilots of Pilottown and 
the shadmen of Mayport, I was told that in the 
mouth of the river I would find the finest channel- 
bass fishing in America. This was bewildering, 
but the end was not, as on a trip to Jacksonville 
I met an old friend, N , who had advised me 
by all means to take a run down through the 
Indian River country to catch “red-horse.” 
Another friend who lived at Tampa invited me 
to go over and try the “reef-bass.”. While talk- 
ing over the fishing outlook with an angler in 
New Orleans, he asked why I did not take a run 
to the coast and try the Poisson rouge; while 
at San Antonio, Texas, I was regaled with stories 
of the big Pez Colorado to be had down at 
Aransas Pass and all alongshore. What a diver- 
sity, what a plethora, of sport these titles open 
up to the mental vision of the insatiate angler! 
Yet everywhere I found the same fish was meant; 
namely, Sczenops ocellatus. It will come to 
this : — 
Scene, InpIaN River. ANGLERS PassING 
First Angler. What luck ? 
Second Angler (a better fisherman than grammarian). Fine. 
Ten Scienops ocellatus. 
[Boatman faints. 
