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wards and stand still, seemingly, for minutes. 

 I did not care to aggravate him, yet I wanted 

 him to do his own worrying by getting into 

 action and thereby tire himself. I had learned 

 that it was better to humor a sulker. After a 

 while he got a move on and, taking out my line 

 in different directions, played himself to a stand- 

 still, when I brought him to the boat and my 

 man did the gaff act nicely. He was not very 

 long but not chunky. 



On cloudy days, with a light wind, one may 

 have luck and some amusement trolling for 

 jack; but it is nothing like the sport got out of 

 hunting the bass, hitting him and playing him 

 around and about the boat. If he gets away in 

 his fight, all right, I would rather lose him than 

 jerk him over my head as some people do, or 

 take him out before he gets tired and says 

 "enough." 



I believe I caught the only wall-eyed pike ever 

 taken in midland North Carolina. I got it in 

 the ll^euse, a few miles below Milburnie, and 

 took it to Mr. Brimley at the State Museum to 

 learn what fish it was called in the books. 



