The Lexington dispatch. [volume] (Lexington, South Carolina) 1870-1917, 1904-04-13
The Lexington Dispatch.
Wednesday, April Is, 1904.
Piscator;al Sport.
To the Eiitor Of the Dispatch:

first the will of the Almighty
robed the hills with verdure and
spread out loveliness as garment
over the earth. The trees canopying
the roads with their green boughs,
were living and tuneful with all the
birds of spring. Every feathered
warbler of the season was singing
sweetest notes and earth was car
peted with it's thousands of wild
flowers of every hue and fragrance
the sweetest children of the early
year, whose very birth and bearing
are one of the brightest themes that
nature ofers to imagination. There
is not cheerful feeling in the heart
of f'man that might not there have
found some sweet note to wake into
harmony. The air was balm itself
soft, yet inspiring like the breath of
hope; and the dancing light and
shade that checkered the perspective
had something in it gay and sportive,
which j'ined with the song of birds,
addressed itself to all the purer
sources of happiness in the human
breast and spoke of peace and Joy.
Such was the enchanting day that
ensiced the following gentlemen to
wend their way to Mr.. Brit Hutto's
pond in fsherman's confidence of
hooking the willy trout and the dash
ing jack: Scott, Rob and Kinstler
Hook, Charlie Thompson, Press Cor
ley and son, Wade r oof and brother,
John Hise and sons, Risinger broth
ers, of Irene, Uncle Dave Sox, Joab
Corley, Dave and James Matthias,
Willie Buckley, Joe Knight and P.
H. Corley.
The inspiration of the day stirred
to its utmost depths the sleeping
harmony of music in the breasts of
Joab Corley, John Jacobs and Joe
Knight, and the first named burst
forth in sweetest song accompanied
BY the second on the mouth organ
and the latter on the guitar, shaming
the birds by their exquisite notes,
and charming all the girls along the
road as we'll as soothing the other
members of the party.
Now, Mr.. Editor; you know that it
is an undoubted fact that Annanias
was struck dead by a bolt of light
ming, and hence I am, warned to be
extremely cautious in putting into
cold print the experiences Of such
expert fishermen, therefore, I leave
such description to that less impress
i've angler and champion fisherman
Sim Miller. Yet I cannot let one
undoubted occurrsnce pass without
notice as it possesses wide public
interest in this year of election.
Dave Matthias bsited his hook, Gun
beknownest" to the others of the
party, with dried persimmon and a
COB of soft molssses candy, and i'm
medistely on dropping it in the pond
there was wild rush of the fnny
tribe for it, which was indicated by
the waves rushing in concentric cir
cles toward his hook. It was swal-
lowed with gulp by some huge fish,
and the pole was almost jerked from
Dawes hand before he could pull the
monster in. When it was landed no
one could tell its species, but after a
close inspection of it's face one and
all admitted that it looked in it's fea-
lures and facial expression very much
like certain gentleman who is men,
toned as candidate in the coming
primary for 8 county ohice. They
all agreed on his name, but you will
readily see that it would be improper
for me to mention it at present as it
would be such an advertisement for
him that be would not think of pay
ing you for another announcement in
the candidates column of the Dis
patch. The boys were soon con-
irmed in their conclusion, for upon
examining Dawes bait they, or at
least one of them, said: He's got
candy and date on his hOOk"-csn-