Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1919-09-21

knew II until Doc Deniker begun
bringin' 'em out and peddlin' 'em
round. People have hshsd holes IN
that pond and never caught thing.
But Deniker can bring out dozen
pickerel any time he likes. Some
how. he has the knack. When 10
your friend Royce plannin' to start
on this expedition of his?"
I'm about ten days." says l.
"Then there's time for him to meet
Doc Deniker first," says Brick. AFTER
that he may feel different about
going 30 far to try his luck"
Well, we framed It up. Brick Hart
ley agreed to have Dentcker on the
Job the followin' Sunday. and all had
to do was to pass the word condden-
tial to Nick about how Id heard OF
this pond that was just seethin' WITH
big pickerel achin' to be caught.
Course. Nick fell for It.
"By George!" says he. THAT Will
give me q chance to try out some OF
my new tackle. How would you like
to go along. Shortly"
DONE" says I. maybe I WILL"
Yes, we went. Nick was Dustin
with enthusiasm. Just the right kind
Of q day for ptckerel fshin'. che de-
cfares. It being cloudy and sttll. And
he's invested IS In = dosen frog legs,
besides buyin' some more kinds OF
spinners and things. Also, when We
+ hok
patches Of lily ponds and eel grass
must be just thick with pickerel
must say. too. that hs goes at II
scientific. The way he would throw
that bait out and slkitter It along on
the top was worth watchfn'. You'd
think II there was ash there they'd
just naturally climb out and grab
hold. Somehow. though. they didn't
For two hours or more he thrasAes
around on tho edge of the lily pads,
first in one place and then in another,
without gettin' 80 much as q nibbls.
1t begun to drizzle, too, which, Dick
says. is exactly the kind of weather
luck. AS for me. I'd quit after the
first half hour and was rowin' the
boat around and tryin' to keep dry.
"Ain't that another party down In
the cover says l.
you're right" says Nick And ]
believe he's-Oh, I say! Did you see
the whopper he pulled In thenr'
why" ssys I. that must - old
Doc Denicker. Suppose we edge down
that way"
Which we did. We edged nearer
and nearer. although Mex says 1t
amt strictly etiquette. But our poor
luck holds, and every once In . while
Denicker would haul out another big
one. Nick passes out to me all the
alibis he has In stock; he changes his
bait. and he skitters as skillful as he
knows how. But nothing happens in
the way Of fish.
X thought you was . fisherman.
Nick?" says I.
Hang 1t ALL" says he; Il thought
SO. too. He must have had the only
good spot in the lake"
"We'lI fix that" saysI.
WIN tuAL ndllo LUG O8ulCA6Es
displays the pocket fash I'd brought
on purpose. and inside Of three min
utes we'd established friendly rela-
tions.
Its this way" explains the Doe,
wipin' his mouth careful and handin'
back what was left tn the flask,
which amt enough to give flea an
eye wash. You don't want to use
none OF them timber poles like you
got there. Nor no fancy resl. what
you need for pickerel II . stf6 bGm-
boo. Then you put the butt OF It
again your belly. like this. drop your
bait clear to tn bottom. and start
wigglin'. &c."
And say. I'll be hanged IL he don't
pull a two-foot pickerel right from
under our boat. Maybe Nick don't
look simple, too. He watches Dem
ECKER careful, though. and says par
haps he can get the sama effect with
his jointsd rod. But h don't No
matter how he wiGgIss the hAit W
from the bottom. nothing comes with
n. And Doc. Denickef eontinuaa to
hoist out big picksrsl from all arounA
NJ. Every time he does u, too, ke
cocks one Of them bad eyes 1t Nick
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