The Washington times., 1923-08-18


| eliminated. All but one OF the
lucky thirteen Clipped in the pot,
each, confident Of carrying off the
three berries.
| All set to cast their lines the
| anglers impatientIy waited for Noah
| to give the order, heave anchor.
When the command was given it
| seemed that all sinkers hit the
water simultaneously, as there was
a big splash around the boat.
There are tricks in all lines Of
endeavOr and motor boating is no
exception. Heretofore on al
| trips that I have made the ang-
| lers were instructed not to cast
their lines until the boat had
settled. 60 avoid hooking into the
anchor rope. This only taAes 2
few moments, but to . fretIul
fisherman, hoping to get the hop
On the other fellow, Il seems y
decade.
1 I noticed on this trip that the
moment the anchor was put over
| board the engine was thrown into
/ reverse. tightening the anchor rope
| Immediately, thereby giving. the
angler quicker service or I might
say action. It's such little things
| that count.
Fishing was slow. in fact. the
| first spot we anchored not one
angler was fortunate enough to
even get a nibbIe. OF course we
were a bit disappointed, thinking
perhaps that q stray fish now and
again would be picked, up on the
incoming tide that was about half
spent. But discouraged, never, for
we were almost positive that little
later on in the afternoon when the
tide changed conditions would I'M
| prove.
Captain Hazzard had told us
previous to our starting that few
fish would be taken before the
change Of tide and 4 worked out
exactly as he predicted.
| After an hours wait the captain
shouted, Lines up" and we moved
out into deeper water. We expert
| erced the same luck az before,
! although one angler caused the rest
| Of the party to sit up and take
Enotice when he holloed Il got
him." which proved only to be a
lowly toad.
This yes, we have no fish to-
| day. was beginning to eel Its way
under the pfscators' hide, they were
getting peevish and In many in
stances drowsy.
| / was perched on the cabin with
F. G. Braddock, Nof the @. p. O.,
Jim Gibson, and young Bob" Viii
son. All four Of as at one period
or another had been in the arms Of
Morpheus.
With half closed eyes I looked
back TO survey the party. Harry
Zimm, Of the Gibson Printing Co.,
with his new boots on was COM
| fOrtably seated ON q camp stool on
the stern I'm company with Edward
Kane, attired in white garb and
a handkerchief tucked under his
hat to protect his neck from the i.
suns hot rays, reminding one Of
explorer Stanley.
Louis Levy, short and muscular.
| was also on the rear end, but there
were several persons who wish that
he was on some other part Of the
boat, due to his Herculean casts
that at times threatened to make
records.
George p. KeFasiotis, proprietor
of the New York restaurant, ac-
companied by his wife were next
| in order. When George was not
casting he was retrieving his lure,
| q good indication OF q first-class
saltwater angler. A moving bait
catches the fish, that is If they
are around.
Mrs. George p. was hand-Iine
fishing and IL was she who land
ed the first fish Of the day, .
hardhead that threatened to bag
the pool.
c. A. Hickey, with q brand new
| outfit, was next down the line. This
Baltimorean had q thrill that lasted
onIv rnonnentariIy. for some denizen
of the deep parted his line as the
Oriole angler started him toward
the surface.
Frank A. Miller, T. w. Bean and
F.. l.. Flester were on the starooard
side of the craft and when they
were not busily engaged In con-
versation they were taking great
delight in Kidding" the first mate,
who in turn always had a witty
reply.
CAPTAIN NO3up U8SkAuS AN tu0
sun was taking things easy, when
the crowd I'm unison sang out,
Lets move" Away we sped
into shallow water and nearer to
plum Point wharf. Four fish
were taken at this stop.
Mrs. Kerasiotis, as have said
previously boated the first fish. a
Ia rdhead, and also the fourth fish,
a two and one.quarter pound trout.
Her husband, who always had his
line in action caught the third
fish, a tailor going over one and q
quarter pounds.
The second fish taken during the
day proved to be the pool fish, a
trout weighing two and one-half
pounds and worth $1.20 per pound.
The money fish was bOated by
the juvenile member Of the party,
young Bob" Wilson. Did he
smile, I'll say he grinned, and
turning to Jim Gibson he said,
"the biggest fish ever caught
that didn't get away"
When the tide started to turn
the fish began TO bite and during