The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1922-12-31
WITH ROD AND GUN
A RECORD OF THE DOINGs OF DIPS OF
PIsCATORIA; ALSO THE BUGS AFIELD.

forgotten his asbestos gloves-the
ones which We're presented to him
several weeks ago by the gang around
slick Biggs' store-and just as the
repast was ready to serve, a gust of
wind set the frying pan af1re. and not
even the most heroic bare-handed
efforts of "Uncle Walker" could be
made to avail: he hadn't his abestos
gloves, wherewith to extinguish the
fire demon and before either doc"
or Buster" could say scat" the FRY
ing slabs had been incinerated into
an unreeognizable mass.
And the trio went trolling again;
but Uncle walker" is still nursing
the roasted digits upon the hand
which he used in his vain endeavor
to save-not himself, but the sizzling
frying pan filled with delicious yell
lowmouth slabs.
Fine DoInos In Big Bayou.
Nor were Eleven Mill creek and the
the only places where there were all
manner of things doing to delight the
heart Of the most discriminating
Dip christmas eve. For instance,
Otto and Herman White, neither of
them very strong on the casting game,
but both of them "all there" when
there's any trolling to be done, who
I spent the morning at OttO's favorite
| hole in Big Bayou, and got a string
/ OF two dozen three to five Founders.
And just as though they had the re-
hottest right to suspect that I don't
| like yellowmouth slabs at Christmas
time, Herman. when he told me
/ about their catch Monday morning,
/ expressed his regrets that he hadn't
sent me mess from their catch,
with the explanation that he really
| didn't know that 1 was fond of fish.
| OF course 1 am, and if there are any
| of my friends who have any surplus
yellowmouths during the coming
week, this is to say that my home
is at 112 West Cervantes street. and
that while I'm going to be out OF
| town most of the week. the folks at
home are not going with me.
| Went Fishing Myself Friday.
| Which reminds me that I was so
! absolutely starved for a good old
fashioned mess of yeIlowmouths, that.
accompanied by ~. v" Hollet, Of
| The Journal circulation department,
and Sam Cargile, of Tusla, Oklahoma,
and whose connection with Perry
Lloyd Jones newspaper syndicate is
that of general auditor, 1 hied my
self in the very early hours of Fri
day morning out to Eleven Mile creek
fully determined to return to town not
later than 8 O'Clock with string of
fish that would engender eAvy in the
! bosom OF every Dip whom l perchance
might meet. There isn't any need
Of going into all of the narrowing
details OF what happened. 1t must
suffice to say that tht party got off
on the wrong foot, and the jinx was
present throughout the morning and
until the expedition was concluded
around the noon hour.
In the first place, Gordon Smedley.
also OF The Journal, was to have been
a member Of the party. but when, at
4:30 a. IN, ~. V" and I called at
his home confidently expecting that
he would not renig on his engagement
positively made the night before, he
was peacefuy sleeping just as though
there had never been a fishing trip
arranged the evening before. Nor
was it an easy task to arouse him
from his somnoence. At last, how
ever, he responded to the ringing of
his door bell. But alas! poor Cor
don couldn't go with us; his young
son had been i'll all night. And thus
| was irresistaby impressed with the
iold proyerb which remarks upon the
number of "taradiddles'' that all of
us are prone to visit upon the heads
Of innocent childhood-particular
when the hour of arising on frosty
morning has been arranged for 4 80
a. m. But that's wandering af1eld
from our story. / was going on to
say that -. "" and Sam and I, went
dshing-first out to Eleven Mile
creek and then to Lillian bridge. But
Just to keep our secret from Gordon
Smedley, I'm not going to tell how
many yellowmouths less than four
dozen, were creeled by the trio of
us.
I was sure that ! would have some
very interesting hunting dope" for
this weeks installment of With Rod
and Gun. AS a matter of fact, 1 real
Iy got the dope" but in these times
of invisible empires and not know
ing who is who, or why, IN afraid to
publish it. In other words, L have
been notified by mysterious commit
tee from the personnel Of hunting
party which visited Baldwin county.
Alabama, last Wednesday, that if
publish details of the trip, or divulge
the names of any of the members of
the party, some dire disaster will be-