THE LAST DAY’S FISHING. 
Ill 
applies. Hold him hard. At all cost get him 
up to the top, big or little. Once on the top the 
end is not far off. 
We did not linger under that rock. The 
warning sun was already showing over the 
monte and it would not be long before the 
dorado went off the feed. We paddled back : 
and exactly where the last fish had been hooked 
I got one of eighteen and a half kilos, or just 
under forty-one pounds. My companion got 
another of thirty-seven pounds, and I ended up 
with one of twenty-four and a half. Two more 
were hooked and lost. All these were lying 
within a few yards of each other. We were 
back at the launch at half-past nine in the 
morning with the truly wonderful bag of five 
fish which averaged over thirty-three pounds 
each. No fisherman could want more. 
