Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1915-10-22
GOOD STORY, ANYWAY
Bill Sanders Imagination Was
Working, All Right.
But tire Fact Seemed to Be That He
Never Owned a Fish Basket and &
His Tale Was Somewhat
Weakened.

Il stopped at Shinhopple on my way
for a few days with the trout on the
Beaverkill, in Sullivan county," said
John Gilbert, the travelling grocery
man, "and Bill Sanders, the Homer of
all that country. buttonholed me and
said:
Coin to tackle the trout over In
Sullivan, Ell? Well, whar's your gun?
Don't 'spect to git away from thar
with your trout if you don't take no
gun, do you? / left nine pound o. the
pootiest trout that ever lodged a fly
an gobbled a worm over along them
upper Beaverkill waters. to say nothin'
of a ten-pound fsh-basket, jest cause
| didn't have no gun, long about this
time last season. Whar's your gun.
John?' said Bill.
Il stared at Bill and allowed that
couldn't see why gun should be a
part of my Sullivan county trout fish
ing equipment. and he said:
"'Bars, that's why! Bars! Better
git gun, John! I'd "a lugged home
ten yound of old sockdolagers an
wouldn't "a lost my ten-pound fish
basket if I'd only had a gun. was
fishin' on them upper Beaverkill wa
ters, and had jest about filed that
ten-pound basket O. mine, bein' only
two pounds shy o. runnin' it up to the
I limit.
| - come along by hole whar was
sartin I could git them needed two
pound. an at fust thought considered
mought as we'll end the business by
yankin' out two-pounder right on
der says to myself that it'd be a
heap more fun to make it two one
/ Founders. an so that's what | con-
cluded to do.
81 cIum down the rocks to git to
the spot whar was goin' to land that
pair o. one-pounders, settin' my fish
basket down at the top o. the rocks
for fear l mought stumble an Jest ez
like ez not spill them eight pound o.
| fish outen it. got down all right, an
soon had one O. them one-poundArs
hooked. an / give him line He run
down the crick hundred foot fore
he stopped to rest, an then dinged ii
he didn't stop right whar a slammin
big bar was standin' in the crick, doin
little fshin' on his own account!
"'WeIl, sor, john said Bill, it's
Shinhopple gospel truth I'm tellin' you
but fore | could wind that pound trout
back an away from thar the bal
! 4ot<, HI
big claw in my trout, yanked it outer
the water. grabbed my fshline, broke
it off, and holdin' the trout up 6
spell fer me to take partin' look al
it, maxim my dander raise SO thai
it all but knocked my hat off, he give
his jaws warnin' snap or two. an
waddled outen the crick an off int(
the bushes, takin my pound trout witt
him. Then / kin tell you, woke up
Mot if ] know it you don't gi
away with that air fish" l holleret
arter that outdacious bar, an turned
an Skinned up them rocks to heat
him off an make him stand an delive
up that trout or take the conscience
o. me a-neckin' him an shakin' hin
up till his toenails ratified.
when | got back to the top | dis
kivered that my ten-pound fsh-baske
that | had left thar fer to be safe
with them eight pound o. trout in il
want whar l put it. l looked al
around, but it want nowhar to b
seen. run to the bushes an pushe
'em to one side, an thar / see tw
bar cubs walkin' off with my baske
o. fish, cartin' it betwixt 'em, like
couple O. boys carryin' pail o. waite
they had been let outen school to G
git!
"'Sayi l was jest about knocke
silly! An as l gawked arter that pal
o. sassy young thievin' cubs, they wa
fined by the old bar that had ketche
my pound trout only minute or 6
afore, down the crick, an away the
all went, jest hollerin' an kickil
with joyfulness over the way they ha
done me them dirty tricks!
"''Stead o. bounding arter that fan
lily O. highway robber bars. chokil
the daylights outen 'em. an gittin' m
ten-pound fish-basket an my fish bac
was SO consarned discumfuddled tn,
I stood thar like q bump on q II