The Savannah morning news., 1904-06-26

dulges in it regularly during the sea-
son. The other day he was on the Ty-
bee front beach throwing beautiful
parabolas at the heads of the white
caps, and enjoying the music of his
reel as it payed the line out into the
brine. He had made a number of fruit
less casts and was just merging into
the dreamy philosophy of fishing when
something happened. 1t was as if the
hooks had caught on to the rear end
of a limited express train. The line
hummed and all but smoked through
the tie-guides: the rod bent and the
tisherman's nerves were. Immediately
keyed up to concert pitch. Then there
came a snap of tackle and the Usher
mans heart metaphorically fell
through his shoes and made dent in
the strand. The thing at the other
end was gone, taking the rig and some
yards of line. MIR. Cults has no idea
what struck his bait, but that it was
a buster" whatever it's species, he
has no manner of doubt. He is now
trying to induce the thing" to give
him another chance.
"One of the most remarkable expert
erces / can recall" said the Youthful
Fisherman, occurred in Tybee roads
last summer. We were in a catboat
Daufuskie, where we were going to
fish. We had noticed a number of por-
poises playing ahead, and that numer-
Gus schools of menhaden were running.
We had also observed the ugly dor
sails of several sharks cutting the water
near. One of the party suggested that
we put over a troll and try for a shark,
as that would offer some excitement to
relieve the monotony of sailing in a
four-mile breeze. l got up and was
strengthening out a shark line pre-
paratory to putting on a cut mullet.
AS ] held the hook point inward in
my hand to test the gaming, all at
once there came a tremendous fiounce
and futter at the side, something
struck the sail a sharp rap and then
felt jerking motion of the hook in
my hand.
at took me a moment to realize that
what had occurred was that porpoise
had struck into school of menhaden;
that one of the menhaden had been
thrown into the belly of the sail; that
striking there and rebounding into the
boat it had fallen precisely upon and
impaled itself on the shark hook 1 held,
and that the hook was now as neatly
baited as one could possibly imagine.
l, therefore, cast 1t overheard, with
the writhing menhaden on it, and be-
fore you could say Jack Robinson a
shark had struck it. We landed him.
He measured feet inch"
How many rattles and a button did
he have?" queried the pert and i'm
pertinent unbeliever who doubts all fish
stories.
The Truthful Fisherman tells a trout
and duck story that is worth recording.
AS preliminary to the story it is nee
essary for the reader to fix in his mind
the size of an English duck. The story
goes thus:
Charlie Westcott was up the river
! one day in his duckboat when a big
'Englishman.' a drake, flew over in
beautiful range. 'Bangr and down fiut-
| tered the 'Englishman.' Charlie pushed
up ieisurely and smiling to take in
his prize when 'swishl' there was a
disturbance in the wateri A trout
showed his head first. then his tail, as
he grabbed the duck and swallowed Il.
That's the kind OF trout we have in
the eddy waters OF the Savannah
riyer!"
The members OF the company swal-
lowed dry Jumps in their threats and
biinked their eyes rapidly as the Truth
fui Fisherman concluded.
There are nshsr1nsa who contend
that for results IN actual 1sh. there
are no better drops than thoae around
frem baTbewa pavilion and &koot a
skei ruke and saAe bank On wilich
rIsy bite aBywhere. And s@metinleS bi9