Morning journal and courier., 1885-07-27
AFIsHERmAN,s PARADISE.
Black Bass Which Absolutely Com
 Up and Beg To He Hooked.

Hlack Eta8B " men ADSOluteAy OOhAc
 Up and Beg To He Hooked.
 Correspondence of the Chicago Herald.
 The most wonderful reservoir of black bass in America is Lake Gogebic, fifteen miles long by from three to four miles wide, lying due north and south, it's northern end or outlet twelve miles from Lake Superior and it's southern end five miles from the rail- road. Until last summer the lake was un- known as fishing resort. Indeed, until the railroad was pushed through it was abso lutely inaccessible. The forest surrounding the lake is dense and impenetrable on every side, and until wagon road was cut through the brush last season nobody could approach it save by the arts of the most practiced woodsman. In this lake swarm millions upon millions of black bass. T1ey are so plentiful that there is even not food enough for them and they snap ferociously at any thing from red rag to charred match. The lake was visited good deal last season and enormous scores were made, but the ac commodations then were inferior and very expensive From what was formerly an in accessible region Gogebic has now become one of the most easily reached Of any of the piscatorial resorts. The railway people run sleeping cars from Chicago direct to Gogebic station.
 Gogebic is not only fsherman's paradise, but it is a perfect elysium for lazy fishermen. One has only to throw in his spoon and pie pan to wrestle with the fish that strike it all most instantly. There is no batting. No bothering with worms or minnows. The fisherman can here hire boat and an oars man. He gets up at reasonable hours (the bass here are sensible lot and do not com pei one to suffer the baEbarism of early ris- ing) The little steamer tows it's passengers and fleet of boats half way up the lake and drops each boat wherever desired. The fish erman rigs up his tackle and for the benefit of others will describe just what this should be- A nine or ten ounce bass rod, @ stout multiplying reel, about seventy-fve feet of braided silk line, a nine-foot double gut leader and No. 411s Skinner spoon with red flies. A landing net, too, is good thing to have, though not absolutely necessary.
 The angler sits in the stern of the boat in a cushioned easy chair while his oarsman pulls slowly down the east side of the lake. He lets out his line, leaving about ten feet on the reel for emergencies, and awaits his strike. It comes almost the instant. Whizz! goes the reel and the rod doubles up like hoop. Then comes a slack. "Look out now" cries the boatman to the inexperi- enced, ''he's trying to shake you. Don't give him the slack" You reel it till the quiver on the springy rod assures you that the prey is still there. Now reel in.
 There he goes again! The reel flies around and as you check him the fish makes a spring into the air and comes down with splash. Look out as he does that or he is a goner. But you hold on to him, and as you slowly reel him in he fights and pulls until your arm is tired and you think the light rod will sure ly snap: Slowly he comes in till your first leader knot is at the end of the tip. Then you slowly lead him around to where your boatman can reach him, and with sudden and dexterous twist the latter fops into the boat-a magnificent three-pounder!