The commonwealth. (Scotland Neck, N.C.) 1896-1929, 1903-10-15
GIRL GOES ArFISHING.
And Has an Experience Such - In
experienced Anglers Are Quito
Certain to Have.

My uncle, who is 90, years old, waz
induced by me-one of'those girls that
delight in all outdoor sports-to go
for days fishing on the river, says a
writer in Forest and Stream.
The bass were plenty in the Susque-
hanna, and from all reports also bit
ing well.
Now, uncle was great fisherman,
usually coming in with an empty bait
box and an equally empty fish-basket
but still his enthusiasm was always
great, and the immense fish that he
lost and the many bites he had were
truly remarkable.
For a long time this fishing trip had
been planned, so one morning when
the wind was in the south and clouds
were overhead, our preparations were
begun. OF course, the nearest creek
was first visited for minnows, when,
after struggle with brush, bitches,
tangled lines, and the loss of several
hooks, we succeeded in capturing six.
which, by the way, were nearly large
enough for eating.
Well. we were tired with this at
tempt, and little bit discouraged, but
we at least had the consolation of
knowing where to get some worms to
finish out for bait.
Finally, about noon, we were on our
way to the river, which was about q
quarter of mile away. Uncle was
laden with the minnow pail, two an
chors and the fish poles, while I had
the bait-box, lunch-basket and an UNI
brella. We were indeed well equipped.
After securing neighbours boat,
we had to fix the anchors and rig the
fsh-poles, and, as it was now long
after noon, we concluded to eat our
lunch. This task was soon COM
pleted, and we were at.last on the wa
ter. At the mouth of small creek,
which uncle said would be a fine place
for bass, the anchor was dropped and
fishing was commenced.
We found that the minnows were all
dead, as the pail leaked, and the wa
ter had nearly allsrun out, so we had
to use worms fori bait.
I had just thrown my line in the
water, put up my umbrella (the sun
was now shiningo, when, jerk went
something at my line. Of course, I
at once pulled it up, so quickly, in
fact, that my umbrella went handle
down in the river, and with my pole
uncle's hat was knocked from his
head and went. sailing serenely down
the Susquehanna. We pulled anchors
with all haste,and were away after the
floating articles.
After ten-minute chase they were
captured andPut up in the boat to dry,
and we were again ready to 6sh-but,
oh! what did I catch? 1t was merely
minutes to free from the line. Uncle
had very short, slender pole, with
which he was fond of throwing q
long line. After fishing for about
half an hour without even a bite, he
concluded that he had too short q
line, and at once unreeled about so
feet or more and attempted to throwi t !;
vain attempt-the line was wound
around my pole, one anchor, and both
box was knocked into the river, where
it Immediately sunk.
No, uncle was not provoked, merely
nervous; so nervous that a very Wig
orous jerk which he gave his line left
his pole broken above the second
joint.
1t took us only a short time to go
home, and when I 60 fishing again I
shall sit on the shore and fish for
sinners. Uncle will have to put in a
new supply of fishing tackle and when
slider it more profitable to go alone,
or, if he takes me, to at least teach
me how to pull in root.