The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1892-12-24
BROTHER GARDNER ON FISHING.
The Reasonable Fisherman Need Never lie
Disappointed.

BROTHER GARDNER ON FISHING.
Tho Reasonable Fisherman Need Never lie
Disappointed.
eyes, knows dat sartin people goes
a-fishin an nebber has any luck" said
Brother Gardner in the Limelsiln club
library the other afternoon, but ]
reckon it's dcir own fault Gwine a
fshin am Jest like gwine a-courtin' or
anything else-you's got to be guided
by certain rules. pze knowed men who
would tramp twenty-seven miles arter
rabbit an not say word If dey missed
him, but de very same men will git
mad If dcy doan catch fsh widin five
minits of dc time dey frow in hook.
''In le fust place, when 1 has made
up my mind to go a-fshin', / goes out in
de garden arter supper an digs de bait.
While ain diggin' spits ober my left
shoulder and keeps de right eye little
squinted up. l does dat fur luck
puts dat bait away under cherry tree
fur de night. In case yo' hain't dun got
no cherry tree, den put it in de shadder
of de smolIhouse or under de con crib.
Arter gifts to bed dat night tries 20
reeckolect all de mean things eber did,
an hope l shall be forgiben fur 'em. II
I'ze had q jaw wild de ole woman, I
sorter crawfish an let her know dat Tze
sorry.
"When l gifts up in de mawnin' l
takes lieer to git out o bed wild de right
fut first If rze got hole in de heel of
one of my stockin's pulls dat one on
fust Some folks puts piece of red
rag in each shoe, but l dunno as dat
does any perticl1ler good. Arter breale-
fas' | kiss de ole woman good-by,
whistle TO dc dawg, and sot out fur de
creek, carryin' my fishpole on my right
shoulder an lseepin' de left eye squinted
up. When | reaches de creek takes
off my coat, bitches up my suspenders,
an places de bottle o cold tea in de
shade. Den / rubs de fishhool1 wild a
wishbone tooken from de breast of a
black rooster. Den l puts on dc blit,
spits on it 70 times, an de fshin' begins.
'An yo' catches a whopper," said
Pickles Smith, who was an attentive
listener.
boy, doan yo' be in hurry" chided
VIC OlNt Hull LNODOdy olOulN DN All q
hurry when he goes a-fishin OATS de
reason folks doan cotch mo- fish-dey
am in too great hurry. 1 trow in my
line wild sort o silent prayer dat L
may cotch de biggest fish eber pulled
outer dat creek. 1 doan 'spect he's
right dar waitin to bite. wait about
half an hour an den pull up de hook to
see if de bait am all right. Sometimes
pull it an spit on it ag'in. An hour
goes by"
"An' yo' hain't dun got no bite?
queried Pickles.
Boy, does yo think dem fish was a
lot of idiots? Reckon dey am gwine to
gobble dat bait right down afore dey
swim around an looks at it an makes
up DER minds? Not much! Fish hahn !;
erected dat way. An hour goes by"
"An' no bite!"
can hour goes by. I embellish my
self wild some cold tea an den takes Il
smoke. Plenty of small fry around the
hook, but dey knows what rze arter
an doan bodder me. Two hours goes
BY"
"An no bite yit"
1.-TWO hours goes by. Dat big fish
wants is down de creek to see his rela-
shuns.. Mo cold tea; mo- smolin.'
begins to feel sleepy. spits on de bait
ag'in, an rubs a buckeye on de line.
Three hours goes by"
EUR de lands sal1e!'' gasped Pickles.
boy, you has got to curb dat i'm
patience or yo'l neberEcotch no fish"
replied the old man as he turned on
him. "Fo' hours goes by. l spits on
de bait agin an rubs de pole wild rab-
bits fut Den l falls asleep wild my
arm around de pole. Dat was bout
noon. When opens my eyes agin it
was jest sundown."
'Hu! An bout de fish?"
"Wasn't nary fish on de hook"
"An yo' didn't dun cotch any?"
"Boy, yo' am de moas' aggravatin'
pusson l eber did see! In de fust place,
dar was only one big fish in dat creek.
In de second place, he was gone away.
reckon he cum back long in de arter-
noon, but l was asleep an he wouldn't
take advantage of me. No, l didn't
cotch no fish, didn't chen git nibble. :"
"Den- --den"--
"Den what? doan see anythin' so
mighty strange bout dat. Nobody dun
goes fishin' to cotch fish. He jest goes
to enjoy hisself an recuperate de sys-
tenn. Somebody look in de jug an see
IL dar am any mo- of dat root beer left. {"
IN. Y. Sun.