Fishing in North Cai^olina. 83 



felt our way back to the starting point. I am 

 glad it is over. It was too much fun. 



These people told me that they often go to a 

 small lake in the neighborhood, and at night 

 anchor a boat in the middle of it with a light 

 on it, then form a circle about the edge of the 

 lake and jump in with sticks and make a noise, 

 the jacks will all jump for the boat. I believe 

 it, too, because the jack is such an inquisitive 

 fool, and while he is brave he is yet so far 

 human-like that he is liable to run when he gets 

 scared. 



Trolling for pike in a row-boat on Lake Con- 

 iston, England, I caught my biggest fish, weigh- 

 ing twelve pounds. The lake is five miles long 

 by, probably, a mile wide and several hundred 

 feet deep. I had for a troll an ordinary gold 

 and silver spoon with treble-hook tail, and about 

 100 yards of line, the most of it in the water, 

 reeled from a two-foot wooden rack. 



As soon as the fish hitched on I gave out more 

 line, and he came in several times, keeping me 

 busy taking slack, but soon gave up the rush 

 idea and took to sulking. He would go bottom- 



