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this year. We take along enough canned goods and bread to last us; 

 sleep on the boat and get out for the early morning- and late evening , 

 fishing, and rest through the middle of the day if the fishing is not 

 so good as to tempt us to continue it. This year it was as bad as it 

 could well be. Wednesday evening Owen a.nd I each got a 4 lb. black 

 bass, and Bunn two small yellow bass. Thursday was a capital fishing 

 day, cloudy and finally rainy, with a good ripple on the water. Not- 

 withstanding this only two fish were landed, a good yellow bass by Bunn 

 and a small pickerel by Owen. Friday were wind-bound. A tremendous 

 blow from the N-W shook us up in our anchorage so that we were appre- 

 hensive of going ashore, while it entirely prevented any fishing. Late 

 in the evening when the wind lulled a little we concluded to get out 

 to a quieter shore. We were in a cove with a narrow channel and had 

 to beat out. It took pretty hard work to get out of there with reef- 

 ed sails, three boats in tow, and water so shallots that we didn't dare 

 give her more than 6 inches of centerboard ,and a puffy wind that some- 

 times laid her cabin windows under and usually failed entirely just 

 as we were ready to come about. By seven o'c lock , however , we got to 

 a new anchorage, in the lee of a high bluff, and made ready for the 

 night. That is Trelease and I did ; while Owen and Bunn went fishing. 

 Owen came back with a black bass, Bunn empty handed. Saturday morning 

 we tried our luck again, but ft was as poor as ever. Trelease and I 

 each got a 3-lb. pickerel; the others got — back. By noon we had had 

 all the fishing we desired and put out for home. Good time — but no 

 fish. Last year in August we got a good string — 120 lbs. and over. 

 We shall probably try it again after Owen gets back from the Rockies. 



