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Title: With fly-rod and camera
Year: 1890 (1890s)
Authors: Samuels, Edward A. (Edward Augustus), 1836-1908
Subjects: Fishing Fishing
Publisher: New York, Forest and Stream Pub. Co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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I found I was fast to a large fish. Heavens! howthat beggar pulled; the reel sang out piteously as the linespun out, but the fish hung to the bottom and would notjump. Tom, I exclaimed, hes a heavy fish and a strongone; he hangs to the bottom like all possessed. Yes, sur, replied Tom, sucking away at his pipe,youve got all you can handle, sure. For over a quarter of an hour did that fish waltzaround the pool, circling sometimes slowly, sometimes withgreat speed, but never at the surface where he could beseen. My wrists were growing tired, for I had kept astrain on the fish for all my casting line was worth, andI beoan to find I was Qrettinsf too much of a o^ood thino-. Yes, interrupted Frere, it must be dull music toplay a salmon that never jumps. Indeed it is, remarked William, who was an eagerlistener to my story; and it was a pity to put such aheavy strain so long on your nice rod. Yes, I replied, but I was fast to a big fish andwanted to save him if I could. Finally I told Tom to
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A Long Cast. (Inst.) 220 With Fly-Rod and Camera, stand by with the gaff and I would either force up thesahiion so he could gaff it, or part my casting line. Tomcame out to me with o-afif in hand, and I lifted so thatmy rod was bent almost double. The fish began to yield,and drawing nearer and nearer to Tom, finally came tothe surface. Tom, who was ready to use the gaff, whenhe saw the fish coming toward him, shouted, The devil!and stepped back. Whats up, Tom? I asked, wh) dont you gaff thesalmon, I cant hold him this way long. Salmon! shouted Tom, who had now seized thelanding net, its no salmon at all, its a blasted big eel! Eel! I exclaimed, it must be a whale! I gave the beast the butt, and Tom soon had theeel in the landing net. It was almost as thick as myleg, and must have weighed at least ten pounds. Whata mess he made! My elegant casting line, one that Ihad made of the choicest gut, was twisted absolutely intoa million knots, and of course was ruined. He killed the varmint an

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