BONEFISH 



It was near flood-tide when we went back. I 

 stood up and kept a keen watch for little muddy 

 places in the water, also bonefish. At last I saw 

 several fish, and there we anchored. I fished on one 

 side of the boat, and R. C. on the other. On two 

 different occasions, feeling a nibble on his line, he 

 jerked, all to no avail. The third time he yelled 

 as he struck, and I turned in time to see the white 

 thresh of a bonefish. He made a quick dash off to 

 the side and then came in close to the boat, swim- 

 ming around with short runs two or three times, 

 and then, apparently tired, he came close. I made 

 ready to lift him into the boat, when, lo and behold! 

 he made a wonderful run of fully three hundred feet 

 before R. C. could stop him. Finally he was led to 

 the boat, and turned out to be a fish of three and a 

 half pounds. It simply made R. C. and me gasp 

 to speak of what a really large bonefish might be 

 able to do. There is something irresistible about 

 the pursuit of these fish, and perhaps this is it. We 

 changed places, and as a last try anchored in deeper 

 water, fishing as before. This time I had a distinct 

 tug at my line and I hooked a fish. He wiggled and 

 jerked and threshed around so that I told R. C. that 

 it was not a bonefish, but R. C. contended it was. 

 Anyway, he came toward the boat rather easily 

 until we saw him and he saw us, and then he made 

 a dash similar to that of R. C.'s fish and he tore 

 out the hook. This was the extent of our adventure 

 that day, and we were very much pleased. 



Next morning we started out with a high northeast 

 trade-wind blowing. Nothing could dampen our ardor. 



It was blowing so hard up at No. 2 viaduct that 



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