Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1886-10-11
Top Knots.


who is the most genial and kind-hearted
man whom we ever knew. Ii we were
to try to spell the gentleman's name,
we would spell it Cabanis. The Pro-
fessor is not only an accomplished edu
Gator, but is an inyeterate fisherman.
If there is a shady nook along the mar
gin of the babbling brook where the
willy trout hides himself, the Professor
knows it, and it his dextrouslv handled
rod and fly that entices the cleaning
beauty from its native haunts. If there
is still pool where the black bass are
to be found the Professor knows where
it's, and with spoon or mnnows he is
sure to capture the prince of game fish.
The Professor kindly invited us to pay
him a visit He pictured in glowing
colors the royal sport that we would
have in fishing for bass. Some time
during the latter part of August we ac-
cepted the invitation. Being a novice,
we asked the Professor about his meth
cd of capturing bass. He replied that
there was not much to tell, but he would
show us. The following morning the
Professor had us out in the wee still
hours in the morning and SAID that bass
would bite best early IN the morning.
We inquired of the Professor why he
had incased so much of himself in seven
league boots. He replied that they
might come handy. In our tramp to
the Father OF Waters we had to cross
the famous canal where the water was
about three feet deep. There was no
boat near, so the Professor proposed
that we should ride him across. We
objected to this unless he would 90 on
all tours. We told him that we had
once before tried to ride 4 goat that in
sisted on walking on its hind legs and
that we did not care about trying the
experiment again. He said that he was
not goat but we would find him
goat. We asked him to explain. He
said that it would be self-evident before
night The Professor refused to 90 on
all tours, so we were compelled to
mount while he was standing on his
hind legs. We found him safe steed
with easy PAGES. We then got boat
and started down the river. The Pro-
lessor kindly suggested that it was easier
rowing down stream than it was up.
We could row down and he would troll
for bass, and he could row up and we
would do the fishing. We found that
it is hard work rowing against strong
wind, even if you are going down
stream. We finally pulled the boat
ashore and tramped two miles on a
sand-bar to get to the bass fishing
ground. The Professor had his tackle
ready in a hurry After tickling the
water few seconds, whiz! went his
line, and slap-splash went the water.
After a sharp fight he landed a five
pound bass. "Now, said he, you see
how it is done You come here and |
will step on" We took his place and
the Professor moved on about ten rods
We noticed that he used short rod
and kept his spoon-hook whirling close
to the shore while every few minutes
he would be landing fine bass, while
there did not seem to be any fish where
we were fishing. Moral-In the morn
ing fish near the shore for bass. Fish
that have been caught are not likely to
bite again. Together we caught thir-
teen fine fish and we caught every last
one of them but eleven. On our re-
turn to the boat the Professors seven
league boots seemed to be heavy, so he
took them off and took it bare-footed
on the sand. We suggested that the
hot sand and still hotter sun might be
too much for even Professors bare
feet "Do you take me for spring
chicken?' was all the remark that he
made to our suggestion. We noticed
that the Professor seemed to row up
stream more easily with the wind astern
than we did down against head wind.
We also noticed that soon after he had
put on his seven-league boots his beam
ing countenance assumed most dole
full expression, and that he stepped like
the bottoms of his boots were full of
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