Arizona weekly citizen., 1889-07-13
A cooflsnlNo TRIP
Description True to Life. by Ono whe
 Has Been There HimseIf

Has Been There Himself
 Two hours ago we were in New
 York. Now. on board the iron fish nag steamer Angler we are rushing 1, through the blue oceans waves to the
 cOdfish grounds called "The Farms, |" lying fifteen miles off Long Branch.
 Only the old time fishermen, not
 afraid of a little cold weather, are with
 us. and rigged mostly in oiled skin
 suits and sou westers they look pictur-
 ssque but not handsome.
 We pass some wrecks which add to
 the adventure of the trip and watch
 with interest the shad fishermen in
 rowboats, scattered along our way,
 hauling their nets The sight of the
 jumping silvery fish they take out
 arouses our fishing ardor till the old
 est veterans aboard get into an excite
 ment that IS pleasant to see.
 The morning is beautiful. The sky
 IS intensely blue and the sunshine sparkles merrily on the tumbling bil-
 lows. 4 gentle breeze. :riile cool,
 from the northwest makes the air as clear as bell. and the distant coast, the strange looking vessels from for eign ports. the transatlantic steam- CTS, fishing snacks. etc. are a never ending panorama.
 At last we have reached the fishing grounds. Every fisherman. glowing with expectations. IS in his place. pole m hand, eagerly waiting for the an- chOr tO drop Down it goes. leaving string of pearly bubbles behind it. Then 2OO whole skinner clans on as as many hooks fly through the air, int the water with splash and swiftly sink to the bottom.
 Codlishing IS rather slow work and there generally Is long time between bites. but m few moments we hear the welcome shout: Get the gaff!" One of the veterans by us on the hur- ric;,ne deck is struggling to reel i'll the first fish. All eyes are on him. Keep him in the water" is the un- necessary advice shouted when the twenty pound cOdiish comes to the surface On the lower deck is q man ready with the gatf. There; now's your chancer' Jabl goes the big hook into the mOnstrOus fish and with a hurrah it is safely landed. The lucky and enyied old salt drops his pole and rIshes below. When he reappears dragging his three foot long prize by t.e gills, with his grizzied face flush ed with victory and expanding with the proudest smile, he makes picture that an amateur photographer ought to secure.
 Get the gaff !" now sounds all over the boat. Goldfish, hake, pollock, had dock, Holsters weighing twenty-three pounds, skates as big as an overcoat, and great ugly, yellow conger eels, with frightful mouths wide open and twisting into knots, are coming up all around and pounding the deck with .heir heavy Hopping. Get the gaifl' yells the man on our side, who seems to be pulling in a whale. Get a club, roar the others as he, with an of disgust, fetches up a horrible conger eel, whose teeth will almost bite knife blade in two.
 Capt. Foster IS everywhere. Here he comes, dragging lifty-four pound codtish with one hand and a pollock as big as boy with the other for the passengers to see and go crazy over. And for four happy hours this grand and glorious sport goes on, till the whistle blows to stop. the anchor is raised and we homeward sail, with more fish than we'll know how to carry away when we reach the dock Ahl how good those fish taste when we eat them. AS different from what you buy as day from night And how strong and well you feel in body and mind after the trip. And it needn't cost US a cent, for if we're meal. enough to sell the fish we can't us:. we can live on the profits for week, more or less. HI. C.. Dodge ill Detroit Free Press.