The Washington times., 1938-06-28

Bob Wilson sylyania Cen
tral Airlines, which was re-
Sponsible for the party. Don
Duff, local representative of the
company, ably assisted by V. K.
Stephens, traffic manager, on
the Norfolk end, were in full
charge of arrangements and
they certainly did a master job.
Upon arrival at Norfolk'S
municipal landing field, which
when completed will be the last
word in airportS and q show
place of renown, we were made
welcome with true Southern hos
pitality by two of Norfolk's best
known citizens, Tommy Thomp-
son, city manager, and A. B.
Schwarzkoff, a man with enough
titles to put any member Of roy
atty to shame. We were then
escorted to the Virginia Ferry
Corporations palatial new
cruiser, Del-Mar-Va and were on
our way to lovely Cape Charles,
the best fishing grounds on the
lower Chesapeake.
Capt. Bryan Travis, of Cape
Charles, had all arrangements
made for our coming. After
changing attire at headquarters,
Hotel Chesapeake, we were on
our way to sea, under the able
captaincy of Stanley F. Bennett.
The famous fishing holes of
Cape Charles lay some three
miles off shore on the coral
grounds that give up record
catches of channel bass and
black bonito.
Coral Fishing Holes
We were over the fishing spots
Just before six and stayed on
until dark. OF course. we were
after no records, so naturally
no records were broken. Our
sum total for the party was one
channel bass going 40 pounds.
But don't think for a moment
that the few hours spent upon
the briny deep were without
action and thrills. Five bass were
hooked only to break loose after
being on their way boatward
and were our faces sun-burned.
George Huber, fishing with a
steel rod and 18-pound-teSt line
hooked into a piece of fighting
fish just before dark and after
licking his prey in a 45-minute
battle the bass, belly up, was
fouled by the rudder to be on its
way. 1t was the best bit Of light
tackle science VS.. brute fish
strength and cunning we've seen
in many moons. Thus ended
the first day.
With good intentions for the
morrow, we retired with visions
of bigger and better fish dancing
in our heads. Bryan Travis, the
man who sees to the wants Of
practically every visiting fisher
man, informed us that the best
tide would come about 10 q. m.
We were up and r'aring to go
at 8, but a heavy sea kept us
ashore until $50. The fishing
grounds were ours inside Of 80
minutes, and with bunker-baited
hooks all hands caSted away Tor
better or worse.
Feeble Fishing Score
Our time for fishing was lin
tied to two hours, as we were to
take the 1880 p. m. ferry back
for the return flight. Well, folks,
heres the summary: / black bo-
nito, 80 pounds; 2 sharks, 20
and 80 pounds; sting ray, SO
pounds, and l butter ray, 5
pounds.
Don't for a minute Judge our
slender showing as to what is
going on at Cape Charles in q
fishing way, for in truth channel
bass and bonito are In, and in
a big way. We witnessed the re-
turn of one boat Sunday, and
it had aboard nine large drum
that would warm the cookies of
the most pessimistic son of Sir
Izaak. And during our short
spell of yesterday, when precious
angling minutes were slipping
hurriedly by, Captain Travis,
with party on his Petunice, lay
ing off our starboard, boated
two better-than-average bass. So,
you see, it was Just not in the
books for records to be made by
the scribblers. Don't blame 1t
on the fish.
During our two-day trip we
Travelled by land, air and water,
with a good time being had by
all. It's an outing worth while
that would fit in the scheme of
any anglers modern-day life!