Identifier: ForeststreamXXVIA (find matches)
Title: Forest and stream
Year: 1873 (1870s)
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Subjects: Periodicals Hunting Fishing Outdoor life Sports
Publisher: New York, N.Y. : (Forest and Stream Publishing Co.)
Contributing Library: Smithsonian Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: Biodiversity Heritage Library

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is called here the swamp pullet. Boston and Cap paddled up the creek for a few miles, finding noth-ing to shoot hut a few squirrels and they were so fearless and neigh-borly that by mutual consent they were let alone. Ad the head, orrather as far up as the canoe could go, were a flock of woodducks,hut so wild that it was impossible to get a shot. When the ducks gotup they started an otter which had been sunning himself within t/hirtyyards of the canoe unseen and unheard.As no game was to be had it was voted to return to the lake and Coster, Flatbusb, L. I.; Wm. G. Cooper, Savannah, Ga.; E. A. Craw- , ford. Tallahassee Fla • M R Freeman W w Parlrnr anA tp r> ^7 the fish. Back they came and Boston rigged his Tarpon rod,ffthPrir.„p ™7™ ^7 ire- n W* vv> ^a«£er and F, C. and WIth a moderate allowance of tinware at the end of his line com- iithenage, Macon, Ga.—Adv. ■ menced trolling. He is encouraged by a rise. About one and a half 194 FOREST AND STREAM. (April 1, 1886.
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pounds of bass is taken in. Tries again, another of the same size.Tries again, and just at the edge of the lily pads something strikeswith the vim of an expresstrain. Great Scott! ejaculates Boston asthe reel fairly hisses. Ive got a whale. Guess not, said Capt..at least you havent him yet. Well, Ill have him if youd onlykeep the canee steady, and Boston spits on his hands. The fish waswell hooked, and with the vigorous tactics of Boston was soon in thecanoe, a little over ten pounds. Great Scott! said Boston, as hetakes the fish by the upper and under jaw and looks down his throat.You dont call this a big-mouth, do you! By this time the sun was low down among the trees and the idea ofbass for supper was considered good. Back to the snug camp whereToronto, with an eye to a pos?i6le fry, has faithfully kept the firesupplied with live oak and hickory, and now a bright bed of coalswelcomes the fish as soon as cleaned. What a supper that was, andwhat appetites were satisfied that night. B

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