The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1893-09-30

| manner which makes ~ DO hdiu Aoi :"
| fellow. no matter how hard he may
work, to make decent show OF nsh
| in his basket The total catch OF our
party of FIVE, all &, cd fishermen, 100,
had been ba'elr sufficient 10 supply
the ,iarder, and rs our outing was
drawing to a close and time limited.
for we were to start home the ext
morning. we were naturally anxious
to strike some good holding ground"
where the bass would better appre-
ciate our efforts and enable MS to carry
home a respec; able string OF fish.
There was one particu, arly fine stretch
of water about half mile below the
camping ground which knew OF old
was rine bass ground" and for tn s
spot made as quickly as possible.
Cautiously walking below and then
stealthilv approaching the promising
shallow which skirted the pool in
which | expected to find my quarry
commenced casting. ! was using NV
favorite fly, tied on No. sproat
hook. The long and delicate casting
which | carefully made enabled me to
reach every likely looking nook and
corner in the rush and weeds without
Delaying my presence to the fish, and
should have brought forth some sign
of recognition from the finny tenants
with which felt sure the pool was
stocked, but it was of no use, not a
fish could stir. so after an hour S
hard labor, during which / left no
corner of the water untried, stepped
ashore, laid down, lit pipe and took
things easy About zen minutes aft
erward Happened to glance toward
the pool and saw the wake of large
fish as it crossed the shallow bar and
sought the weeds beyond. This started
me up again, and, pluuging in the
pool, l commenced casting toward the
spot where the fish was A snag,
thought, as nv fly caught something
and refu, ed to release itself An in
slant afterward my opinion changed.
The line shot out taut to the surface.
The reel whizzed at lightning speed
and long dark form flashed away
across the pool with an irresistible
pull that bent my light fly rod nearly
double and defied my efforts to control
it. It's a dog fish, sure. thought,
and, although disapr ointed at my cap
ture. l prepared to have all the fun
could from the contest
Round and round the pool he
dashed, but what struck me as strange,
kept at the top of the water and never
attempted TO make for the weeds.
Had he done this should certainly
nave him, for my fine leader would
not allow of sufficient strain to head
him off. played him in the pool for
about fifteen minutes, putting on all
the pressure dared, but this had not
the slightest effect. He still swan as
strong as ever and the best J could do
was to let him run around at his own
sweet will and keep a tight line: all
at once he made bee line through a
deep narrow channel into shallow
basin beyond. l waded after him and
was just congratulating myself on
getting him into tight place where /
could handle him better, when back
he shot again into the pool, doubling
the line on me in what nearly proved
a fatal ENHANCEMENT. For another
fifteen minutes the contest went on
without any perceptible weakening of
my victim: at last I determined to end
1T one way or the other. gave him
the butt, put on as much pre- sure as
dared, headed him off in all his efforts,
worried and twisted him and made
him work hard for every inch he
swan. At last he weakened and
commenced to reel him IN. Slowly
and sullenlv he yielded to tho pres
sure approaching the ready net inch
by inch, revealing at last an enor-
nous gar-hsh. ] just m:naged to
scoop his bill and shoulders into the
net, which was fortunately deep