Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1904-07-06
SHORT STORY FOR
EVENING HOURS
A fISnY LOVE TALE

1T was a hot August day." said the
Judge, leaning back In his desk chair
and looking out the window. where the
thick snow was pelting down. Uncle
Jimmy and I. and Murphy, the guide.
were out casting for bass along the
east shore OF Virgin Lake. You re-
member the place? There where the
bank runs up forty feet high, with lot
Of jack pines on the top and old 'Wap-
py's' cabin in the middle of them?
Close to the shore there are a lot OF
tall green bulrushes, with some big
windfalls hanging down among 'em.
It's lovely water for bass.
when We started out that morning
II looked like rain, and 'Murph' and I
took our sllckers along with US.
'Murph said II was sure to rain before
night, but Uncle Jimmy knew better.
He wasn't going to be troubled Juggling
a lot Of slickers across the portages,
he said.
Until after noon II was broiling hot
and We got nary strike from bass.
Uncle Jimmy got n few little snakes
and nabbed couple of pike, but the
black bass were not biting at all. About
2 o'clock Il commenced to sprinkle.
and about the same time the black
bass began to go after our frogs. The
rain got heavier and so did the bass.
'Murph and put on our slickers and
Uncle Jimmy sat there and soaked, but
he was pretty game. Inside OF an hour
we had got twenty bass among us ana
the rain was just oozing out Of Uncle
Jimmy.
Say he said, finally. when are you
fellows going in? I'm getting tired
"'Going in? said |, with snort. Go.
ing in? With the bass biting like this !!
Why. we amt going in till II gets too
dark to cast
THE fish that were rising to our
frogs were all small mouths. and not
one Of them weighed less than two
pounds. I had on efour-pounder and
a couple more about as big. 1t was
one OF the days fisherman dreams Of
Uncle Jimmy was having his share OF
the luck, but he did look mighty moist
and uncomfortable.
There was a nice little breeze com
ing out Of the west with the rain. 'Tas
wind from the West, 1t Is the best 20,
know. Il was Just enough to blow us
along the the proper gait for casting
and keep us out at the proper distance
from the lily pads and PUSHES. Then
when We got to the end of the casting
ground, 'Murph would row out and
back again TO the beginning of the
weed beds.
by 5 o'clock, for once in my life,
had got almost enough of bass fishing
My arm ached from casting and my
reel hand had half n dozen good bills
ters on II. We were all getting pretty
careless, fooling with our fish after We
had hooked them and letting then
take all kinds of liberties with us.
Finally hooked a good three.poun
der and, after a hot fight, finally pulled
him up to within ten feet Of the boat
| was dragging the fish along on the
top of the water when 'Murph,' the
guide, called out, In an excited whis
jper, Say, look at that other bass a fol
leHn' along
eve looked and there, right beside
/ the fish that was hooked, was another
bass a little larger, swimming along
with its nose almost touching the head
OF the cuss on the spoon. | tell you II
looked mighty peculiar.
"'Whats that mean? asked Uncle
Jimmy.
80 amt sure says 'Murph', 'wheth
err you've hooked n lady bass and that's
her husband coming along to try and
help the old lady out of her scrape, oil
whether that big fellow behind is the
nav or paw OF the fellow that tool,
your frog. I've seen thing like that
happen just once before, and som.
folks hold one idee and some the other
For all know the fish on the hook
may be young lady bass and the biz
] one her beau. Pull in closer to the
boat and maybe We can tell NOR,
about It,
II reels In almost all my line and