.30-.40-.150 made with a rimless instead 
of a rimmed head. Its powder content 
is slightly different, but not enough to 
worry about in a general discussion of 
widely different cartridges. It seems 
too bad that such a really splendid and 
to all intents and purposes, modern 
shell as the .30-.40 never was fitted to 
a first class bolt action target rifle. 
That is all it needs to make its 
reputation. 
The Fighting Amberjack of 
Florida 
(Continued from page 713) 
speed on for another few hundred 
yards. 
Coral at last! 
We bait with grunts and try it there. 
One of the fellows brings up a red 
grouper, not a great deal bigger than 
the bait, and on his heels, another 
brings a grouper of ten or twelve 
pounds. Some of the other boats ar- 
rive. Everybody is getting groupers. 
We move on. 
As we approach the next stopping 
place, we find that one of the boats 
has already arrived. Lines are being 
baited, and as we are ready to throw 
the anchor over, Jim Coad gives a 
shout. There are four rods on that 
other boat, and as we look up, we see 
four men struggling with four amber- 
jacks. 
IVE minutes later, Jim Coad -has 
one, and works for twenty minutes, 
finally saving him despite the fact he 
wrapped the line around our anchor 
rope. 
“This grunt of mine is so lively,” I 
am saying, “that I keep thinking I 
have a strike’—and then a brickhouse 
seemed to have lodged on my hook. 
But I lost him—with the hook and 
the bigger portion of the wire leader. 
My friend Coad cited the fact I was 
holding my reel handle, and I resolved 
not to make that error again. 
Other boats came up. The great 
school of amberjack went from boat 
to boat, it appeared. Everybody was 
busy, then a lull. Jim Coad told the 
boys to beat the water with their rods, 
which they did—and then Jim and 
Jack and I had strikes simultaneously. 
The fish had apparently come to inves- 
tigate the cause of the excitement. 
Never have I worked harder, I be- 
lieve, than for the next fifteen minutes. 
There was no doubt in my mind as to 
who would win. Perhaps the amber- 
jack felt the same way about it. But 
I have survived to tell the tale. He 
lost. 
OST of the rods on those boats 
are ordinary bamboo § affairs, 
about ten feet long, good and heavy, 
wrapped at frequent intervals with 
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strong cotton cord. But my sparring 
partner bent that rod so that the tip 
touched the water time and time again, 
and though I thumbed the reel with all 
my strength, he would often take addi- 
tional line. I would pump him up and 
reel a few times, believing that I could 
bring him out at last, then off he would 
go to the bottom. again. 
Jack Hall helped me out with him 
when I did finally whip him, but he 
would not use the gaff—those fourteen 
pounds of glittering silver and gray 
were too beautiful to be gaffed, the boy 
felt. He was right. 
Jim Coad had his bait out, and had 
another strike. He had done it before, 
you see. Then I made the great mis- 
take. I immediately baited again, and 
no sooner was my grunt fairly well 
down before another ton of bricks 
seemed to fall upon my rod. I struck, 
and had him. 
NE of the boats, with the news-reel 
man aboard, came up. ‘Keep him 
in the water for a while!” the photog- 
rapher shouted. But he did not need 
to say that, for I was already tired. 
After several fruitless efforts to bring 
him up, Jack Hall offered to help. ‘No,’ 
I said, “I’ll win, I’ll let that amber- 
jack do the work.” That is what I did. 
I kept him from getting a straight line, 
and all I endeavored to do, for some 
minutes, was to recover as much line 
as he took on his rushes. Then started 
the pumping-up process, and he fought 
all the way to the surface. 
He was four pounds heavier than my 
first one. 
We got him into the box and I sat 
down to get my wind. I asked Jack 
Hall if he were absolutely sure an 
amberjack would leave a dead grunt 
alone. He believed that was so. And 
I baited for a while with a dead one, 
hoping for a grouper or a snapper— 
nearly anything other than an amber- 
jack. 
HAT was a good piece of luck, too, 
for I was enabled to give undi- 
vided attention to a boy of twelve or 
thirteen, on the boat next to ours, who 
just then got a terrific strike. He was 
game, and knew what he was about. 
He buried the hook with a jerk, then 
endeavored to thumb the reel, but the 
amberjack ran right ahead. The little 
fellow finally stopped him, then the 
fish gave a lunge that took the kid half 
way over the rail. The boy was laugh- 
ing, then. But before long, his expres- 
sion changed. He was getting tired. 
Five minutes later, the lad’s father, 
Mr. Gilbert, of St. Petersburg, took the 
rod, and worked half an -hour to get 
the big fellow out—and he weighed 
forty pounds. 
I continued to bait with the dead 
grunt. This I confided to Jim Coad, 
who laughed and told me about a 
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IKE some unseen hand 
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