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July 4. 
Wo have another gurnardi Such good luck is almost too much. The 
boys oaught it this morning when they wont ovor to have a look at tha jaw- 
fish* They had no buokot or not in their boat, so Chris hung in the water 
watching the fish while Jim headed back for the necessary equipment. 
Through the glasses I saw Jim coming full spaed for homo alone, and knew 
that something was up. After some scanning we could see Chris 's head far 
back in the distance occasionally popping to the surface. Jim’s motor 
conked out on the way, so Tom rushed out to give him a hand, and they piled 
back with tha workboat to where Chris was floating. We could see much 
frenzied activity, throwing swim fins, tossing nets and pieces of nets, a 
good deal of bobbing and threshing about. Finally everybody jumped back 
into the boat and headed full speed toward our shooting area. We knew that 
they had been successful in catching whatever they had been after when we 
saw them stop and go under with it. They came steaming up a few minutes 
later to report the good news. The fish (about eight inches long) was 
safe in our holding pen. The boys had found him walking about on the 
bottom digging in the sand with his pectoral s looking for something to 
eat. And they caught him with their hand net. 
Went out to the shooting location as soon as possible, half expecting 
to find that the gurnard had vanished during the boys’ absence. But he 
was there, sailing up and down inside the holding pen with his nose against 
the wire looking very sad. In short order Tom and I finished dressing the 
