. Recollections of a Rebel surgeon, and other sketches : or, in the doctor's sappy days . , a small hook, fastened to a snood, or pieceof catgut, it is called—but it is not catgut. Itis invisible in water, and that is the secret of suc-cess in fishing for them. Remember that; there-by hangs a tale. In a little while Jimmie and I had rigged ourlines, and soon had caught a long string of beau-tiful bream. Then we thought wed try the call them trout in Mississippi, but it is theblack bass as we see him in Texas, and they at-tain a weight from six to eight pounds; the usualsize is from on
. Recollections of a Rebel surgeon, and other sketches : or, in the doctor's sappy days . , a small hook, fastened to a snood, or pieceof catgut, it is called—but it is not catgut. Itis invisible in water, and that is the secret of suc-cess in fishing for them. Remember that; there-by hangs a tale. In a little while Jimmie and I had rigged ourlines, and soon had caught a long string of beau-tiful bream. Then we thought wed try the call them trout in Mississippi, but it is theblack bass as we see him in Texas, and they at-tain a weight from six to eight pounds; the usualsize is from one to three pounds; three pounds isa large one in that section. We got a boat from the mill-man, got a netalso, and going on the pond above the mill, wesoon had a lot of fine minnows or roaches forbait; and the best luck you ever did see we had 218 WHEN THE DOGWOODS WERE IN BLOOM. that day. I got a three-pounder, a shonuff bigfellow, and a lot of smaller ones, none under apound and a half. We were proud. Jimmie, I said, well make Armstead gooff and grieve, wont we? Well make him bust. GEE WHILLIKENS wide open with envy—for hes a fisherman, he IS. Returning to the hospital I walked proudly intothe drug-room where Armstead was putting upprescriptions behind the counter, with my handbehind me, and without a word I just flopped mybig trout upon the counter right under his nose, 219 IvECOLLECTIONS OF A REBEL SURGEON. the fish still alive and kicking. Oh, he was abeauty. Armsteads eyes nearly popped out of his sprang back in surprise, and exclaimed: Gee whillikens !—what a b—i—g sil—ver- side! I was too disgusted for utterance. I just walkedout without a word. The fool didnt know a troutwhen he saw it, after all his blowing and brag-ging. Silversides are those little roaches—looklike sardines—that we use as bait, to catch trout with. * * * * Next day every man, woman and child, negroand dog in Lauderdale was out there at that holefishing. Our strings of bream a
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