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Title: Blue-grass and rhododendron : out-doors in old Kentucky
Year: 1920 (1920s)
Authors: Fox, John, 1863-1919
Subjects: Kentucky -- Social life and customs
Publisher: New York : Scribner's Sons
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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edthe bass under the rocks and had slaughtered them.There had been saw-mills up the river and up its tribu-taries, and there had been dynamiting. We foundcatfish a-plenty, but we were not after catfish. Wewanted that king of mountain waters, the black bass,and we wanted him to run from one pound to fivepounds in weight and to fight, like the devil that heis, in the clear cold waters of the Cumberland.Xobody showed disappointment more bitter thanTiger. To say that Tiger was eager and expectant isto underrate that game little sports intelligence andhis power to catch moods from his master. At firsthe sat on the rocks, with every shining tooth in hishead a finished cameo of expectant delight, and hewatched the lines shaking in the eddies as he wouldwatch a hole for a rat, or another dog for a fight.When the line started cutting through the water andthe musical hum of the reel rose, Tiger knew as well ashis master just what was happening. Let him run, Dan, he would gurgle, delightedly.i68
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At the Breaks. To the Breaks of Sandy We all knew plainly that that was what he said. Give him plenty of line. Dont strike yet—not yet.Dont you know that hes just running for a rock?Now hes swallowing the minnow—head first. Offhe goes again—nows your time, man, now—^wow! When the strike came and the line got taut and therod bent, Tiger would begin to leap and bark at thewaters edge. As Dan reeled in and the fish wouldflash into the air, Tiger would get frantic. When hismaster played a bass and the fish cut darting circlesforward and back, with the tip of the rod as a centrefor geometrical evolutions, Tiger would have sprunginto the water, if he had not known better. Andwhen the bass was on the rocks. Tiger sprang for himand brought him to his master, avoiding the hook asa wary lad will look out for the sharp horns of a mud-cat. But the bass were all little fellows, and Tigergurgled his disgust most plainly. That night, Josh and I comforted ourselves, andmade Dan and Willie unh

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