The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-07-28
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BY HENRY McLEMORE

United Press Stan Correspondent. Little Squam Lake, N. H., July 28-(UP)--Looking at him, he ap- peared to be just another frog, wearing the conventional green coat and white waist-coat, and with proper amount of boredom In those popeyes of his. Looking down in the bail bucket you couldn't distinguish Frederick, as we later named him, from his croaking brothers.
 It was not, in fact, until grabbed him by the hind legs, slipped q No snelled hook through his lips and chased him out across the waters of the lake that I knew he was different.
 Now, nine hundred and ninety nine of thousand frogs used as black bass bait will, when they hit the water on the end of . line, kick once or twice and then com- placently fold their legs and wait for their weight and that of the sinker to carry them to the bot tom. As you know it would be much betetr for the fisherman if the wary bass won't be fooled by anything that doesn't appear to be alive.
 As I said, it was when Frederick hit the water that I knew had found Q frog of frogs. As the first splash caught him in the eyes he was off--off like Dempsey in the first round at Toledo, Post from Moscow. Paddock at the sound of the starters gun. In one magni- ficent, breath-taking power dive that bent the rod double, he was off for the, bottom.
 Dr Dick Nell, a fisherman of many years standing, was in my boat when Frederick took off. You'll pever catch a fish with that frog," the doctor said. why" asked, isn't he, the livest frog you ever saw? Won't the bass and pickerel and perch love him ?"
 By some twist of fate you have found the rare killer frog. Fred erick, as you call him. Is not on the defensive. He's on the ag- gressive. He went to the bottom to get Q fish, not to let fish get him."
 We had difficulty carrying on Q conversation, for my pole, ever since Frederick went out of sight, was bent as though Moby Dick was on the other end. Three or four times the pull became so violent I reeled in vowlng had bass, but each time 1t was only Frederick, covered with scales and gills. The last time I pulled him up Q leg was gone and his left eye was blackened. It was obvious he had run across someone fast who could hit.
 After an hour of this I brought Frederick up and rested him on my knee. He had silly punchh- drunk look about him but after minute of rest he began to ripple his shoulder muscles, lifted his dukes into battle formation and began to pull toward the water, croaking a low sinister challenge. Frederick was in hurry for an- other round with the fast guy who could punch.
 "Listen Frederick" said. You've been having heluva good time down there meeting all com CTS, but what about me? I've got supper to catch and I've been out here two hours without a bite. FTC0erlCk, l WuHC SO ann you U favor. Get me one hooked"
 Frederick's leg muscles tight ened and he wagged his head. knew he didn't understand but he went off my knee in perfect one -and "a half gainor and the bubbles came up after him as though . fresh anchor had been dropped.
 For the next ten minutes Fred- erick was all over the bottom. stirring 1t nightly.
 Suddenly--and with yank that shook me from instep to scalp something hit the line. The reel sang its soprano whine. The bat tie was fought all over the lake for the next hour. Every time the bass broke water could see Fred crick perched contentedly on the line about Q foot above the fishes head. Twice could swear saw him wave encouragement, as much as to say "don't worry, pal. I'll get him if you miss him."
 We got him-four pounds worth. Tenderly we lifted Frederick off the line and turned him over to Doctor Neil. A little arnica on his