The Birmingham age-herald., 1913-02-23
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n Wilbur from the nelSnDorlng
- county of Clay sat with
4 the club at this session.
man well known and beloved by all
the members, but who was enthused with
the really marvellous growth and prog
ress of Clay county. After he had Dragged
about that county for 80 minutes, the
members winked at each other and be-
gan to teaze, and rag the visitor by
telling hard stories on Clay county-all
of them being greatly exaggerated. but
resulting in getting the Clay man as
hot as a hen laying.
The justice of the peace yawned
stretched his limbs, and cooking one eye
at the blue sky. and lazy white clouds
above him-observed-'Th warm, south
winds and balmy spring weather, sure
does get me in the notion TO go fishing.
| sometimes frets SO much to get away
from this burg, and sit beside some pur-
ling stream, and drown worm, that my
whisky don't taste right. There is a lit
tie creek, over in Clay county, chuck full
of Dream, trout and big perch. Every
few hundred yards along the stream
there is a deep, still, pool shaded by
beech, cottonwood, catalpa and other
kinds of trees, off of which worms would
crop into the water, and he snapped mp
by the voracious finny tribe. At other
points the water swirled around black
rocks, and slid around bold bluffs. to
a little beach of white sand: Gents 1t
sure was the boss place for fishing, and
last year conducted some high-toned
tourists over to this spot There were
two of them big smooth faced city men,
that was sorter idling, and recuperating
and prospecting.
Back home. where they lived, these
citizens had money enough to choke a
COW, and they was presidents of railroad
companies, or insurance ducks, or some
thing like that. He had a niger cook,
a camping outfit, and grub enough for a
church supper besides a liberal supply
of liquid chemicals, fitted to discourage
snake bites.
aThe par-a-fee- e-naley them fellows had
with them, as fit articles to catch fish
with was scandalous. A dozen pocket
books, and memorandum boks, was filled
with bugs, and insects of all kinds, made
out of cloth, with a fsh-hook concealed
in il, with which to fool the fish into
thinking it was a shore enough live bug.
They had more machinery and fiXings
than you ever see. and instead of having
a good 10 foot cane or pole TO tie their
lines on, they was toting what they
called a rod'-a cute little thing no big
it, getting smaller and smaller toward
the little end, and on this here rod there
was a baby windass with a handle to it
to sorter wind up the slack of the line
like winding thread on a spool This
here Contraption fools fish whole lot,
because after he is hooked, that fish
surges off, thinking he is loose, but the
fellow with infant Derrick begins to turn
the crank of his little windlass and the
line winds up on the SPOOL showing that
finny victim, in few minutes, that it is
a ruined community. | don't like TINS
treacherous way of raising false hopes
in the bosom of fish. ! would scorn to
delude eel, or mud turlxle that way
no sir | wouldn't lay it that low down
even on a gar. In slaughtering my VIC
tim, whether man, beast, fish or fowl,
| am always open and above board, I
Il always simply hands out sudden
death to my game, ana lets II go al
that Now. in fishing, gimme a short
plow line, and young sapling, pretty
stiff and stout, for rod. and when q
fool fish latches on TO my bait, |
yanks him out, and lets him know his
fate right thar And that trout never
knows whether it's he jerk out of the
water. or hitting the ground that
slaughters him
But these tourist plutocrats don't
indulge in no such childish sport like
tlat--they are scientific in their pisca-
torial pastimes--so the fattest one of
them allows. They talks. about fly