Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1891-07-30

In three joints and painted black. Attached
toit was reel with a broken catch. The reel
wound up all right, but it had a constant
tendency to unwind Jack said, however,
that that did not make any difference
that all you had to do was to hold on to
the line; and he said the rod was one of the
incest rods around.
The boats at Winters are secured to
stakes by chains which are fastened with
padlocks; they are owned by man who
lives near the pond. The man seemed to
know Jack, for he handed over key with
out much parley. 1T costs fifteen cents
an hour" Jack said, as he and his father
went around the corner of the house, land
| guess I'll let you pay for it. Here's the
oars" he added, as he halted in front OF
cellar window. you just snake out one
aud I'll take the other"
Pop didn't see any oars, but when he
saw Jack reach through the open window
he looked in and saw two oars leaning
against the cellar wall, with their handles
rising nearly to the window sill Each
shouldered an oar. When they reached
the boat Jack unlocked the paddock and
put the key in his pocket. ''Now jump
in" he said, land I'll shove her off We've
got to go to the other side of the pond and
get some bait"
What do you get for bait?" Pop asked
Worms" said Jack. "All you have to
do is to turn over some of the stones along
the bank and you can get millions of
them"
Pop pulled the boat across the pond, and
Jack took a rusty tomato can and went
ashore for bait. After reading the news
paper for few minutes Pop looked around
and asked, what luck?"
''Well, some, but they're not so thick as
they generally are. l think that rain last
night must have made them go down into
their holes"
After awhile Jack came anu put the can
into the boat and got in himself Now"
he said, well go out in the middle of the
pond and try 'em." Pop pulled out, while
Jack, who sat in the stern, was jointing
his rod. When he was ready he asked for
the bait, which he had left in the bow
when he got in. Pop handed it over As
he did so he looked in the can. At first he
saw nothing. but when he looked again he
saw one worm. 1t was not much thicker
than darning needle and about an inch
long. He said calmly, Il don't believe
we've got bait enough, have we, Jack?"
'Plenty," said Jack, with equal calm
ness. Its enough to catch one fish with,
and the first one we catch we'll cut up for
bait"
By careful efforts they managed to get
the worm on the hook without breaking it.
1t barely covered the hook. Jack took the
rod and swung the line into the pond.
snow, Pop" he said, you just keep the
boat steady, and see what we'll get"
Pop kept the boat steady and Jack fished
for fifteen minutes without bite Il
guess I'll let you fish awhile" he said
Pop fished for fifteen minutes. Once they
thought they had a bite, but when they
looked at the hook they found the bait en-
tire. Then they tried the other end of the
pond.
After few minutes Jack looked up at
the bright, sunny sky. Il wish I'd noticed
that BEFORE" he said. There's no use try
ing to catch pickerel on a day like this
They never bite except when it's cloudy
We might just as well stop now We
might fish all day and not get bite But
you and I'll come down here some day
when the weather's right and we can catch
a boatload most any time"
They pulled back to the landing place.
and after Jack had locked up the boat they
carried the oars to the house and slid them
down through the cellar window.-New
York Sun.