The sun., 1919-07-13
LAKE GEORGE BASS
OPENING DAY AUG. 1
Real Sport in Angling for the
Bronzebacker When Dark
ness Comes.
CASTING GIVES THRILLS
Real Skill Needed in Handling
Rod, Reel and Line at
Night. @
CASTING GIVES THRILLS
ny DIXIE CARROLL.

bass In historic Lake George. The min
imum length is 10 inches and the daily
limit Is; TO a boat two or more persons
fishing, 25 fish.
Old timer, have you ever lounged back
on the close packed sod. with your favor
ite Jimmy pipe doing it's bit TO soothe
your nerves. old Dame Nature turning
out the light and closing up things for
the day?
The camp FIRE Just hittln' IL up on low.
with a star shootin' down here ana there
in the blue bowled sky and the jeer OF
an idiot loon breaking the silences OF
the wonderland: then off to starboard
you hear a splash and a flop in the
water, then another and many of them.
Doesn't 1t make your sporting blood
tingle as the old "he-whops" do their
sonata OF the evening water? It's
music to your ears, this overture OF the
Hopping bass as they do an annette
Ksllermann" after a fleeing minnow. ana
IL sure 10 a winning bet that you are
overlooking some real sport In the FISH
ing game IL you do not slip into your
canoe and meet the advancing enemy
half way and take flier at night cast
ing.
For. line of sport that has more
thrills tackled on to II than any other
angle of the game. night casting has the
rest of the herd eating grass at the
starting post.
Might Fishing o Reel Thriller.
Many of the clan of the arching ROD
and the singing reel have overlooked
this 1--WE reel thriller and thereby missed
a session with a set Of nerves they never
knew wan a part of their system.
n. on your first night casting expedi-
ton, you don't experience a series of
jumps and kicks to your vefterbra that
shoots the tingles and Joy throbs racing
through your veins, you are Of - differ
ent makeup than the ordinary old scout
who follows the gladstone call Of lake
and stream.
Pick out nice little bay where the
waters run into shadows shorewards.
the kind of a bay where the mihnows
are at home, and give this this little old
bay close once over, locating a point
at which to anchor your craft for your
nignt foray on the playful bass az they
gorge on the little 'fellers."
Az the day shadows begin to iengthen
into dusk quietly work your boat to the
anchorage, which should be selected for
casting on all sides, drop your anchor
and take your time. old scout. slip into
an easy position and dream few dreams
Of other days.
Soon enough you'll hear a splash off
to the left near the weed patch, make
your cast and zing he strikes. In the
excitement you give him the butt and he
breaks water just OF there In the dis
lance and you play him up to the net
with thrill that gives you new life.
Night Fishing Mysterious.
Take a bit Of time now-don't rush
the game AS things darken UP and you
cannot distinguish the shore line nor the
windfalls and weed beds. the mystery
OF the game begins to work into your
system and at the next splash of the
leapins bass your cast goes out, perhaps
q bit short or little overshot because
Of the excitement of the game. but tie
strikes, and now, with the real simon
pure black night encircling you, YOU have
a real piece of work cut out for your
skill In the fishing game.
You niggardly give him q bit of line
and clamp on the thumb as he steals for
the underwater snags, and yeu reel him
in as the cold sweat beads on your fore
head at the mystery OF the game.
AS you net this old veteran OF the
watery recesses you just about lose
all control. as the next flop comes right
beside the canoe. Then there are fiops
all around you and the work starts in
earnest. as you hope to remember the
and the line gods as you swing a cast
of into the blackness around you. which
is punctured here and there by the
splashes of the game fms In their play
full feeding.
Ny first shot at the real dark night
casting was an accident, and the sport
was SO fine that It made a regular
nighter out OF me. But / hit the game
without any preparation. and the ex-
IA .s-EaA -. -
most thrilling experience Of my fishing
life.
A good old pal and myself were max
ing camp after fairly fine piece of
late evening fishing. Things had dark
ened up a bit and we were slowly slip
ping along the water. trying to pick
out our course without hitting more
than the usual number of snags and
windfals. Fact is we had lost our
Bearings and were trusting to luck and
Instinct to make camp without an acci-
dental wetting. when. of 10 the right
the big flop OF a man sized Ash sent q
thrill through our nerve centres. ,
The pal made a cast of In the direc-
tion OF the spla sh the immediate strike
came like a battering ram. and as he
played him up to the canoe. with a
couple OF breaks to the air. my own
nerves took few jumps when slipped
the net down under him.
Might Casting Has Punch.
And say. old timer. when we lampet
this large mouth that tipped the scales
at seven and a quarter pounds anC
heard his pals doing their Jig on the top
o. the water We were both as crazy al
looms.
Right away we shot two casts that de
vsloped as nice pair Of backlashes al