The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-08-15
DAD PALMER'S WOES
He Is a Noted Fisherman in the
i: Country Where He Comes .:
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But When He Struck Cass Lake He
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Cass Lake. Aug; 15-W. L. Palmer. Of Be-
good old soul, and his devotion to hunting
embraced in the north half of the state. Es-
pecially Is Mr.. Palmer recognized as an au-
thority on game fish. Dad" by reason of
fraternity turnout this country, and among
his fellow craftsmen, his reputation for truth
andsveraeity IS beyond reproach. Z He is3.an
city but What ssDad regards as his great
the Renid Sass, club. 81 Which organizs-
ton he is the official historian aud Stats
tician, and he carries a duly signed license,
gives him full authority to chronicle at any
the club, either in writing or by word, Of
mouth: 80, =. 4. =
Recently. there was an excursion from Be
from here on. the large steamer zella-May to
lake, Winnebigoshish. Among those who
took advantage OF the opportunity to
Palmer, but when he arrived here, DAD
made up his mind that he would stop in town,
and show the natives here how a really good
N who his business could
valuable reels with him. and after securing
T boat hired kid at the landing to row him
over to the east shore Of Pike bay, where
number Of fine rock bass. There were already
on the ground ahead of the old gentleman
number Of fishermen in boats who had been
catching good strings of bass
Is ""Show, @'em how to do business when
commence to get action here quoth dad"
He got out his fishing tackle and otter unreel-
tobacco from villianous looking plug Of the
noxious weed and settled back comfortably in
the boat where he could gloat over the oc-
cupants of the other craft, whose enYious
looks he could already .see,s in his minds eye.
He got a "bite" and after wrestling with the
line for while landed-a big pickere, the
SHARK Of the northern lakes, and the one
fish most despised by good anglers Dad
cut the pickerel's head off and fired the re-
mainder Of the fish into the bay. He again
threw in his line, and again there was another
| bite, and a second pickerel.
Dad was becoming irritated, by this time,
and when he again dropped his line into the
water he cast it a considerable distance from
a.third &pickerel was hauled in. In the mean
time, and angler but few feet from dad"
cided1 to try. bis luck once more, and gave
the line vicious swing that threw out the
reel with a '.whirr." There was tremendous
sg he n o and the and face fairly
play with his prospective catch, giving lots
Of line to play on AS there seemed nothing
to draw in and as he did SO the resistence
at the other end was more apparent. Got
muskie,' yelled Dad He pulled with a
ae tho HOOK end he a was T med
| clear thru. There, attached to the hook, was
| the bark from sunken log, and in land
ing i he had bert his h hook out Of shape.
bait, commssary and nearly everything NOV
able in the boat into the lake. and commanded
the guide be had taken ken, with 18th him to row him
be blessed if III ever come over here again.
| said he.
| He forthwith began to look for the writer,
IVyHp hod nhocff tot n01v ~
spot to him as a fine bass fishing, ground.
lSAbout ten minutes before the train was leay-
ing for Bemidn, he found us. and With blood
every feature sof his countenance, began:
! "Umph. Finest bass fishing ground in the
state, I suppose Lovely pickerel you've got
simon-pure sharks in the country. Ought
to come down to Bemidji and go out to Bass
Lake Was out there 81, the =, other day with
/ and William Wheelock, manager of the Be
midi opera house. You talk about your game
fish, there is where we saw them. We saw
| fight between pickerel and a bass that would
4 make your hair stand.
1.-The water Is clear as crystal there, and
we took it all in: The pickerel made q dash
for the bass and the latterss fins went straight
up, catching Mr.. Pickerel square in the
mouth. The pickerel bit the bass on the left
side, and just then dropped my line. which
was bafted with piece OF red flannel, square
4 before the pickereIs nose. This enraged the
pick and he made vicious jab at the fan
mel, getting the hook clear down his throat
the first grab. The bass made lunge at that
moment and caught the pickerel by the tail.
The bass has something OF the nature of a
bulldog, and this one held on to the tail of
that picksrel With death Leaf grip began to
chinch hold, till l had the pickerel's head
in the boat, when Martin caught sight Of
the bass at the end Of the pickerel. 1t was
a big fellow. and the size Of him gave Mar
tin such a shock that he leaped bodily into
/ the lake. Wheelocki grabbed cant hook
which we had in the boat and finally flshed
Martin out of the drink. I got the pickerel
| loose but when ] tackled the bass he raised
| his fms and showed fight. He was the larg-
est bass I ever saw and he measured"
/ Just then the whistle blew, the conductor
yelled .'all aboard" and Dad" was compelled