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March, 1920 
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yond the end of the North Jetty. Leon- 
ard managed to head it into the Pass, 
where it followed the channel past Point 
of Rocks. By this time both Leonard 
and the shark were very tired. Leonard 
managed to turn the animal after pass- 
ing the Point and headed it towards a 
sandy beach, where presently it grounded. 
Meanwhile, Mr. Maloney and his boat- 
man had taken the launch and returned 
to the Inn, where they found Mr. Cotter 
and took him to the' beach with his rifle. 
The animal was forced to give up the 
ghost by means of two rifle balls in 
its spine. It measured exactly eight 
and one-half feet in length and weighed 
315 pounds. It required some two and 
a half hours for the capture. Leonard 
had it skinned by the taxidermist, 
though for what special purpose I do 
not know. Perhaps he is figuring on 
running short of foot-gear in the Army. 
In the afternoon Leonard, who was 
very tired, took a rest, and I tried the 
small fishing with only two little jack- 
fish to show for my labor. The expla- 
nation of my lack of success, given by 
Clem, was that the tide was going out, 
and that under such a condition the 
small fish do not strike. Had he given 
the explanation in advance, I should not 
have gone after them. 
I HAD an off day June 6th — at least 
for me, for I had only one tarpon 
strike and missed it. The sea was 
very rough. We fished inside of the 
South Jetty, and then went outside of 
the North Jetty. Leonard had four 
strikes and landed two, besides three 
jackfish. In the afternoon we tried in- 
side of the South Jetty — the only safe 
place. Leonard had one strike and I 
none. In the morning a Mr. Savage, 
who was a novice at tarpon fishing, broke 
his rod on the first strike. Seeing his 
predicament I lent him our Murphy rod, 
which we had been keeping in the cabin 
of the launch as a spare rig, and on it 
he landed a six-footer, which he turned 
over to the taxidermist for mounting. 
He left on the noon boat, and I did not 
see him again. 
At noon I received a telegram from 
New Orleans requesting that I return 
there at my earliest convenience, but as 
I could not reach the city before Friday 
night, and as Saturday is a business 
half-holiday, I concluded to remain till 
Saturday afternoon and to return via 
Corpus Christi so as to reach my desti- 
nation late Sunday night. 
June 7th was the thirty-second anni- 
versary of Leonard’s birthday and we 
had been counting upon making a kill- 
ing in order to celebrate it. Before we 
started out in the morning the weather 
conditions appeared to be more favor- 
able than usual, but when we reached 
the ends of the jetties we found the .sea 
as rough as ever. At first all we could 
do was to try close to the outside of the 
North Jetty. Nothing doing, except that 
Leonard had one tarpon strike and 
landed three jacks. After a little it 
calmed down a bit and we went to the 
outside of the South Jetty, where it was 
still very rough. The water was full 
of cabbage-heads and floating weeds, 
necessitating the clearing of the hook 
every few minutes. The result was that 
I lost on two strikes which came while 
I was putting out the line. I hooked a big 
fellow that made a single jump and went 
off. I estimated it at six and a half feet, 
but Clem said it was nearer seven. Fi- 
nally I landed a six-footer in spite of 
an attack by a big shark. I saved the 
game by letting the tarpon run for the 
rocks, but not permitting it quite to 
reach them. Leonard had another strike, 
but did not score. 
This was a pretty bad showing for a 
birthday celebration, but after luncheon 
we did better. Returning to the same 
place, Leonard had eight strikes and 
landed three, besides a four-pound Span- 
ish mackerel, and I had six strikes and 
landed four. One of the tarpon was 
only three feet long, but the rest were 
but little, if any, short of six feet each. 
Leonard had on a six and a half-footer,, 
but a shark got after it, whereupon it 
headed directly for the jetty and rubbed 
the line along the barnacle-covered rocks, 
thus breaking it and escaping. The 
joint record for the afternoon was excel- 
lent — 14 strikes and seven tarpon. 
Leonard remarked that it required the 
help of the old man to bring the record 
up to fifty-fifty. The jackfish were not 
much in evidence that afternoon, conse- 
quently we had a better-than-usual op- 
portunity to devote our attention to the 
nobler game. 
M Y last day’s sport proved not a 
very good one. The early morn- 
ing prospects appeared to be fine, 
and for more than a mile at the outer 
end of the South Jetty in the channel 
the water was unusually smooth. After 
passing the wreck of the Mary, we 
sighted a large school of big tarpon. 
Immediately we stopped, anchored the 
launch, and went after them. Leonard 
succeeded in hooking and landing one, 
but I could not induce any of them to 
strike, although we passed quite close 
to a good many. After going forward 
and back twice, we went around the jetty 
in the skiffs, but found most uncom- 
fortable water for fishing. In addition 
to a heavy swell there was a short, 
choppy cross-sea, rendering the fishing 
really dangerous. I managed to hook a 
six-footer, but it escaped on the first 
jump, the reason being that I did not 
dare to strike it immediately, as it would 
probably have landed in the skiff of an- 
other sportsman who was coming r 
behind me and was nearly over my ba 
when I got the strike. 
In spite of the heavy sea I landed a 
20-pound jackfish, and soon thereafter 
hooked another a trifle smaller, but 
along came a shark which took in the 
jack and got hooked. I fought the beast 
beyond the end of the jetty in a nasty 
sea that caused us to ship much water, 
and in about twenty minutes I had it 
alongside with its head out. It was. 
hooked so that Clem did not dare to try 
to cut it loose, as we do the tarpon, and 
we had nothing aboard with which to 
kill it; consequently, after looking at it 
for five minutes and debating about how 
to dispose of it, we were forced to pre- 
sent it with a snell and let it go. One 
should always have in the boat either a 
