The Vinita weekly chieftain. [volume] (Vinita, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1902-1905, 1903-01-08
GIRL GOES A-FIsHING.
And Haa an Experience such aa Kn-
experienced Anglers Are Quitc
Certain TO Have.

My uncle. who is SO years old, was
induced by me-one OF those girls that
delight in all outdoor sports-to go
for a 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 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 a 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 Ia the river, which was about a
quarter OF a 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 a neighbor's boat,
we had to fix the anchors and rig the
flsh-poles, and, as II was now long
lunch. This task was soon COM
pleted, and we were at last on the wa
ter. At the mouth of a small creek,
which uncle said would be . 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 all run out, so we had
to use worms for bait.
had just thrown my line In the
water, put up my umbrella (the sun
was now shining), when, jerk went
something at my line. OF course, /
at once pulled II up, 80 quickly, in
fact, that my umbrella went handle
down in the river, and with my pole
uhele'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 a ten-minute chase they were
captured and put up in the boat TO dry.
and we were again ready to fish--but,
oh. what did catch? IL was merely
an old root which took me about ten
minutes 10 free from the line. Uncle
had q very short, slender pole. with
which he was fond Of throwing
long line. After fishing for about
half an hour without even a bite. he
concluded that he had too short a
line. and at once unreeled about so
feet or more and attempted to throwit /;
vain attempt-the line was wound
around my pole, one anchor, and both
oars, and in the struggle the bait
box was knocked into the river, where
1t Immediately sunk.
No, uncle was not provoked, merely
nervous; 80 nervous that very Wig.
orous jerk which he gave his line left
his pole broken above the second
joint.
II took us only short time TO go
home, and when go fishing again
shall sit on the shore and fish for
sinners. Uncle win have to put IN a
new supply of fishing tackle and when
next he goes he will doubtless con-
slider 1t more profitable to go alone,
or, II he takes me, 10 at least teach
me how to pull IN a root.