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yellowtail, was about ready for the gaff, and 
after the great beauty had been passed into 
the filling pen, a bass appeared at the other 
side with much splashing from a protesting 
tail. 
Alas, a sorry plight was now discovered ! 
In the clouded liquid of the bait bucket, 
there wriggled but one lone green sardine. 
Who should be its fortunate possessor and 
continue battling in the lists? A judgment 
of Solomon would destroy its utility for 
RECREATION 
figuratively true. As he looked down 
through the clear water, it seemed as though 
a giant loom lay below, a million shuttles 
flashing back and forth, so quick and con- 
fusing was the rain of little fishes across 
the line of vision. 
After several fruitless efforts, the trifling 
weight of a “shiner” was recorded along 
the sensitive line. He left it where it floated 
and waited. Ted was waiting, too, his dis- 
puted bait as yet having failed?to make 

THE HIGH HOOK CREW AND THE HOOKEES—A CONCLUSIVE, IF NOT AN ATTRAC- 
TIVE, HISTORICAL RECORD 
“‘T know your aversion to photographs of dead fish,’’ wrote the author, in contending with the editor 
for the publication of this picture, ‘‘but hope you will make an exception in this case. 
only to be photographed in aquariums or when leaping in the air. 
not to be found in aquariums and photographs of 
Dead specimens, while not appealing from a sentimental viewpoint, nevertheless 
It is almost ‘dead or nothing’ with most fishes.” 
and seldom distinct. v 
accurately show formation and relative size. 
both candidates. The courteous “After 
you’s” that followed made_ proverbial 
Alphonse and. Gaston appear a shabby, 
churlish pair. “‘Cap” calmly settled the 
controversy by fixing the bone of contention 
to Ted’s hook, remarking that time was 
on the wing. This untoward decision of 
the fates, as impersonated by the incor- 
rigible tar, left Lyte quite undismayed. © 
He dropped his bare hook overboard 
among the sardines, and as he expressed 
it, ‘went into the snagging business on his 
own hook,” which was both literally and 
Live fish are 
Big game fish are, unfortunately, 
em inthe air are rare, limited to but few species 
good. ‘‘Cap” meanwhile rigged anew and 
upon his initial effort with the fresh snags, 
surprised himself by fouling a six-pound 
barracuda in the side, which drew from 
him the exclamation, “Sure, you can’t 
keep ’em in the water! They’re climbin’ 
aboard !”’ 
‘Something do-o-o-ing,”’ sang Ted in a 
rising chant of exultation, softly straighten- 
ing to his feet, running out the line with left 
hand while gripping the dripping reel and 
rod in the right. A tremor of suppressed 
excitement shivered through all, like fire 
