The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1905-04-03
PLAYED A FISH TWELVE HOURS.
Then the Fish Tired of the Sport and
Abandoned the AnqIer.

Twelve hours is a pretty long time to
devote to onet fish, said Charles r. Nae
thing, who fishes for tarpon, and Will
shortly attempt at the New York Athletic
club to demonstrate that he can land
swimmer in the clubhouse pool just as
easily as he can fish, Fred J. Wells,
one of the board of governors, taking the
part OF the fish. And Yet one day last
winter L put in every minute of that time
trying TO land = monster fish.
w e were c3mped in d hoUsebOat at the
mouth of the Indian river. just off Jupi-
ter inlet. Fla With a man 10 row we
started up stream one morning n a small
boat.
Il flung out my line and waited for n
strike. Waiting about five minutes 1
thought perhaps the bait had been taken,
SO l recled in TO put on another one. But
it seemed as if 1 had hooked the bottom
The line came in until il was drawn taut.
directly over the spot where it appeared
To have caught snag-
L held it at this tension for several
minutes, thinking the strain might have
a tendency to lift the object off the bot
tom, when suddenly the Snag began to
move. Not swiftly. but say at the rate
of one mile an hour.
Every effort / made had not the slight
est effect in bringing the fish nearer to
the surface or in any way causing IS gait
10 slacken- IT had apparently made up
its mind to travel. and travel it did, and
l might as well have tried to hold back
"A steam launch.
Up stream the fish went for nearly
its way back for the same distance. re-
tracing almost the identical course The
water averaged about forty feet in depth
at this point.
well. up and down we went until lunch
time L sent word to the houseboat to
send up something 10 eat, and stood by
my quarry. The afternoon wore around.
and Still the same tactics were repeated,
the fish keeping up steady sce-saw be-
tween the up and down stream points, my
line all the time remaining in the same
position.
As dusk approached I was to all APP
pearances no nearer to landing my prize
than had been when ! first hooked him
sent for lantern. Ny fishing comrade
asked me if l intended to stay out all
night, and / replied that I did.
The lantern was brought. and once
more my unknown commenced to see-saw
maneUver, with me holding onto the pole
like grim death. After a couple OF hours,
and when just opposite the point where
cur hOuseboat was anchored without
warning there suddenly came a quick.
powerful jerk from the other end, and
my line snapped as If it had been a cot
ton thread, this being done so easily that
it looked as if the fish had said: I'm
tired of playing now; I'm going away
Il looked at my watch and found that
it was exactly o'clock. There 1 had
been since o'clock in the morning. And
I started for the housebOat d very tired
and Disguised man.
OF course. l never knew positively
what kind of creature I had hooked, but
am inclined to think it was an enormous
Jew fish However. II may have been. as
my fishing companion suggested. a huge
sea turtle, which weighed something like
a quarter of ton. l amigine that twelve
hours is just about the record time spent
trying to land one fish."-New York Sun.
Eat Royal Bread. the bread of quality.