The Birmingham age-herald., 1911-01-29

From the New York Sun.
 .sThe biggest pickerel I ever lost fishing through the ice said Pike county man, weighed little over six pounds. would never have known r.. either. if l hadn't landed him. I had a heap of trou- ble tlong with losing that whopping big pickerel, and-how could I have lost him if I landed him?. That does sound trifle paradoxical, true enough, and needs some explanation. k.&N
 1"Jack Kimble and all the rest of the old time back of Lackawack citizens in sist that if that big pickered had only known what I let go of him so sudden for he would have waited for me and had the fight out with me when got back, but of course I always pooh.Rooh such an idea as that. The reason that 1t is only once in a great while that tre- mendous big pickerel like that one both CTS his head to take hold of a tie-up bait, and then he does it simply because he is tearing mad at the way other pickerel persist in going for the bait and being hauled up through the ice, and he wants to get up on the ice himself and tackle the fisherman.
 "Of course these back Lackawack ora cles admit that the pickerel always gets the worst of the proceeding, but they say it gives him the satisfaction of thinking that he has thrown a scare into the fish erman anyhow. The big pickerel that I lost that time they declareed was thus on a rampage, and when he saw me drop the line and turn and dash away like a race horse he naturally thought I was a coward, daren't stand up to him after I got him on the ice, and so had cut and run. Consequently he had dropped back to the bottom shaken himself loose and gone elsewhere in disgust That's what Jack .Kimble of Lackawack citizens insist on believing.
 "All I know about 1t is that I didn run away from that pickerel because was afraid of him, although the sight of his big alligator jaws and glaring eyes as he came along up to the hole in the ice with my hook in him was quite enough to scare almost anybody. As I saw the head of that pickerel I couldn't help hollering that I had the dandy of 'em all.
 That same instant I heard something hadn't expected to hear It was the heart-rending and tear-fetching cry a doc makes when stricken with terror ol badly wounded I forgot the big and sassy pickerel instantly and dropped the line. I turned and looked in the direction of the sound I had heard.
 Three hundred yards away, at the up per edge of the pond, I saw the doe, slamming big one. She was strukkling or the ice to get away from couple of dogs that had run her In and caught her. didn't wait a second, but started as fas as my feet would carry me toward thu spot hoping to get there in time to savt her from the dogs.
 "As l went, though, the pickerel cam, back to my mind and I couldn't help bu moan that this being a good Samaritan was going to make me miss the time O. my life with pickerel and the landing O the dandy of 'em all
 # "I got to where the doe was struggling with the dogs, and got there in brett. quick time, too; but was too late. Tn dogs had hurt the doe so that I had to kil her, the dogs skulking away as I cam up The law was on deer, of course, and being law abiding citizen, I hated lil everything to break the statute in such case made and provided, but I couldn' see any particular reason why I shoul, Jet all that nice, juicy, fat lot of venso flaw there for a pair of deer sIaughterin dogs to devour, so I hung it up, high am safe, to be taken home and eaten by m and mine.
 q "Then I went back to my picllerel fish ing, but, of course that big fellow ha got away. He had taken my hook wit him, too.
 Reaction came then and was mad. r If I only knew who owns those tw deer butchering dogs l said, I'd prose cute him, sure as guns! And I'd shoo