SOME SAMPLES OF SPRINGWATER BASS. 



AMATEUR PHOTO BY J- A. MACKENZIE 



bass on a short line. It was give and take 

 when opportunity offered, and we had 

 some lively maneuvering to keep him 

 from sunken logs. At the end of one of 

 his mad rushes he leaped straight up in 

 the air, seeming to stand on his tail, while 

 trying to shake the hook out. His fall 

 on the line was met by lowering the point 

 of the rod, and he remained firmly hooked. 

 Failing to escape, he dived to the bottom, 

 but the water was too deep for reed beds, 

 and we soon routed him out by a little 

 extra pressure. As we gradually worked 

 him in toward the boat he made a dart 

 underneath it, bending the tip down in a 

 way that none but a steel rod could stand. 

 I turned completely around, passing the 

 line under the bow, and played him on the 



other side. Pulling against a constant 

 strain will soon tire out any fish, and this 

 one finally turned on his side, completely 

 exhausted. Getting on my knees and ex- 

 tending the rod above my head and 

 away from the fish I brought him to the 

 side of the boat. The hook, which pro- 

 jected from his mouth, was quickly seized, 

 and he was slid over the gunwale into the 

 boat, 2^2 pounds of hard fighting bass. 

 We seldom had a landing net, and lost 

 few fish, always playing them until they 

 were exhausted before attempting to land 

 them. Few rods except the Bristol will 

 stand such a strain. It has the proper 

 spring, and never takes a set, no matter 

 how hard the usage. 

 We had taken 4 fish and were satisfied. 



ALONG SHORE. 



FRANK H. SWEET. 



Gray days of winter; 



Sun without heat; 

 Breakers and billows 



That beat and beat; 

 Surf casting ice-bolts 



Under our feet. 



Sharp winds unceasing; 



Sky without life; 

 Raging of waters 



In endless strife; 

 Air full of needles 



Keen as a knife. 



OQ 



