The sun., 1905-12-31
FISHING IN THE PACIFIC.
JNEAPECTED THINGS HAPPEN
TO ANGLERS OFF SHORE.
An Eastern Mans First Meeting with q
Boniro Whale. Swcrdfisli, shark and
Naterspout Among the Entries In Log
OF Sand Dab strenuous Life Afioat.

SAN PEDRO, Cal, Dec. 25 There's som,
doggone queer outfits around yere," said
the boatman al the trim launch shot through
the blue waters and the rods bent under the
big albacore and bonito bats trawling
astern. "D'ye see that speck away of
yander where the high fog gathers over
San Clemente? Well, there's an outfit that
would kill man with sportiu blood. We
might as we'll take IA run out that way
and he gave whr to the little wheel rugged
on the side Of lhe launch amidships
The launch fell away, but Just at that
moment something bright and silvery came
rushing along astern and fell upon both
bats. Up into the air snot a quiveIinr,
steely, shapely body, TO fall with splash
az the reel began TO sing
Saints and sinners, That's the music
Amt that joyous; don't that set you wise
Oh, no." half whispered the boatman
yanking al the brake with one hand and
bringing the launch up with round turn
80 that she seemed to be going astern all at
once, thus relieving the tremendous strain
Oh the delicate lines
Xeee-2ip p-2ip-2ip- p-2ee-eee-e-e-e-e-e,
jest listen to that" said the boatman
softly, standing up and looking over the
anglers shoulder. You won't find that
in any singin' book"
The reel was still screaming in silvery
rotes and tongues that only the angler
knows; variants, infections and shades of
2ee-e-e zce-e-e-e that ordinary human
ears cannot hear or understand Fifty
yards Of line the gamy creature jerked
from the protesting reel. boring down into
the blue sea, dashing through clouds Of
fantastic jellies, cutting whole colonies,
to turn and rise into the air again.
1t was then that the angler gained, the
lucky angler. as the other was sadly reeliny
In slack line. half doubling that life was
worth living. The splendid fish whirled
on the surface danced barcarole amid
the flying spume, sounded, came tearing
in again and encrcled the boat, making
the angler dash forward. swing hysterioaly
around the mast, and drop into the seat
again. just in time' to see 100 feet Of cob.
web line melt into the blue ocean.
Come back. Kurnel Fish," whispered
the gaffer who had taken out his instru-
ment Of torture and was trying hard to re-
STAT the impulse to slap his patron on the
back at the cleverness with which he PLAYED
the wild and maddened game
How the minutes slipped away to the
song Of the reel! How the fish repeatedly
tore away line gainedl Suddenly the angler
got that mysterious dispensation, his
second wind, and the boatman and gaffer
sized up the situation.
ITS all up with Mr.. FISH" he said.
True prophet, filed with wisdom. IL
was all UP with the fish. The fish was now
on the surface, going around the Koat in
circle, and the angler, short of breath.
red in the face, was making line at every
turn.
In few minutes the game was along
side and on the quarter. but he had not
yet, given up: The sight Of the gafer
and his hook OF steel startled him. and with
a splendid burst Of speed and strength
ne broke away again and garnered fftv
feet of line. But this was the last, and az !
he swung around the quarter again the
gaifer slid the gaff beneath him and the |
game was up.
Amt he a dandy" said the boatman.
holding up the silvery creature that the
exhausted angler might take in his beau
ties.
1T is dandy and no mistake was the
reply. And that's n bonito, eh? How /
much does il weight"
The boatman took out his sca los ard
hooked the fish on and with an effort held
Il up;, up;
Great Scott ThiFy-eight! Juu draw
me up a cast iron afidAvit TO that. and take
tn picture retOrted the angler No one