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him fighting a fish. This later proved 
to be a three and one-half pounder. 
The sun came out warm so we had to 
shed coats and sweaters, which made 
casting easier. 
After catching two more fighting 
trout we rowed over to Dick’s boat. He 
was grinning over his catch, which he 
claimed was the same one that he saw 
jump. He said “Determination is the 
one thing that helps to catch fish.” 
We asked him if he did not think it 
was time to go in to have dinner. This 
was happily agreed upon as Dick said 
that he was hungry enough to eat a 
raw trout, head, fins, tail and all. 
Weighing our catch of six trout the 
scale showed seventeen and one-half 
pounds. We felt that we had plenty 
for three of us, which you will agree 
with me is ample for one day’s catch. 
T’ll tell you fellows, take your wife 
with you on your fishing trips. Let her 
catch a five and three-quarter pound 
rainbow and see if you ever hear the 
end of it. 
Just have company in for the evening 
and while entertaining them by show- 
ing them pictures taken on your outdoor 
trips, see how long it will be before she 
produces pictures of her catch. It 
makes one feel as if one must take a 
back seat. 
If you don’t believe this get your 
wife interested in the game. Teach her 
as! you’d like to be taught yourself. The 
feminine sex once taught are as adept 
with rod and reel as a man, and love 
the sport fully as well. 
Doc and Me 
(Continued from page 361) 
the most beautiful log cabin I have ever 
seen. It was situated on a point with 
the lake on either side and wonderful 
deep water just in front of the cabin. 
I was so fascinated that I stood look- 
ing enraptured at the sight before me 
and did not notice Doc, who had slipped 
his rod and tackle out and down on the 
sand bar. But suddenly I heard a roar 
that would put an Iroquois warrior to 
shame... There stood Doc with a five 
and three-quarters bass flopping on the 
sand bar. He had caught it casting 
from the bank into the deep water. Well, 
you can imagine my actions in the next 
few minutes, getting my tackle out and 
before 15 minutes were gone I had two, 
equally as large as Doc’s. Such bass I 
never expect to see again. I didn’t 
want to quit, but Doc was helping the 
wives get our belongings into the cabin, 
so I quit and helped. Anyway, Doc 
wouldn’t let me fish any more. Said 
we had enough and that the next day 
we would catch the limit. 
So we had a light lunch, got the boats 
out and built a nice fire in the fireplace 
(it was rather cold) and sat there wait- 
ing for those bass all fried brown with 
It will identify you. 
cornmeal. Well, maybe, you don’t all 
Doc’s wife isn’t a good cook? You 
would know she was if you had ever 
seen Doc. Honestly, I don’t think J 
shall ever be so full of fish again. T 
flopped all night in spite of having a 
perfect bed. .The flopping, however, 
came suddenly to an end when I found 
myself on the floor with Doc a hold on 
my foot. It was “a perfect bass morn- 
ing,” Doc said, so we got the wives up, 
too. Before noon we had twenty of the 
finest bass I ever hope to see, beside 
throwing back a dozen or more. The 
largest weighed 7% pounds, the small- 
est 4%. The next few days we had 
fish fried, fish baked, fish balls, fish 
broiled, smoked fish and planked fish 
until Doc got to snapping at all kinds 
of artificial bait. 
I began to think it was serious so I 
borrowed Doc’s hunting knife and told 
Doc I’d get him some bear meat. Now, 
it’s rather wild up around Doc’s shack 
and I had not gone far when I found 
fresh signs of bear. I wasn’t feeling 
just myself when I heard a loud Gr-Gr. 
r-r-r behind me. It was a good thing 
I was headed toward the cabin. If I 
hadn’t’ made so much dust crossing an 
old cranberry bog, I think we would 
have had bear meat at camp. I guess 
the bear lost his way and couldn’t fol- 
low me. I must have been a little hasty 
in giving him proper directions. Any- 
way, I don’t think I would like bear 
meat. Seeing one bear was enough. 
After that I liked to see Doe around 
close and confined myself to fishing. 
We had equally good luck with pike 
and bass. But, darn it all, Doc always 
has the best luck, catches the largest 
ones. I believe he manipulates the 
scales as he does with babies and says: 
“Oh, what’s a few ounces, anyway.” 
We would often see deer around the 
lake and one morning we counted four- 
teen, a most wonderful sight. I hated 
to see them, for Doc’s temperature would 
go up to about 108 degrees. I actually 
believe Doe would jump overboard and 
try to run one down. I don’t believe 
he could do it; anyway, I didn’t like to 
see Doc break any game laws, so I 
paddled around the point out of view 
from the deer. Doc would then seem 
to rest easier. 
Somehow the weather man had it in 
for us. Just when we would get to 
catching pike, up would come a wind 
storm and then how we would have to 
row for shore or get upset. 
I told Doc the snake bite medicine 
never would do me any good, working 
so hard and scaring the life out of me 
at the same time. Doc would just laugh 
and let me do most of the rowing. I 
don’t believe Doc’s got sense enough to 
get scared or else he has a lot of faith 
in St. Peter. 
Even though it did rain nearly every 
day, it was unique to sit by the fire- 
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