. The American angler. Fishing. Hunting Tarpon in CorpJis Christi Waters and waits there to be tapped for our use. After breakfast Capt. Fermin said that he was going to get a barrel of fresh water, and I accompanied him to see how he would get it. The barrel was loaded into the skiff and rowed to the other side of the channel where the sand hills came down almost to the water's edge. Taking a shovel, Fer- min walked up to the foot of one of the hills and soon scooped out a hole two That night we fished after a different fish, the toothsome flounder. With lan- terns and gigs we went out, but n
. The American angler. Fishing. Hunting Tarpon in CorpJis Christi Waters and waits there to be tapped for our use. After breakfast Capt. Fermin said that he was going to get a barrel of fresh water, and I accompanied him to see how he would get it. The barrel was loaded into the skiff and rowed to the other side of the channel where the sand hills came down almost to the water's edge. Taking a shovel, Fer- min walked up to the foot of one of the hills and soon scooped out a hole two That night we fished after a different fish, the toothsome flounder. With lan- terns and gigs we went out, but not for long, for Johnny soon told us that we had enough for breakfast and that was all we wanted. When we had returned to the boat we held a caucus and decided to leave the Pass in the morning for Flour Bluff, a favorite haunt of the silver king. It did not take us long the next morninof to hoist sail and head down. or three feet deep, which quickly filled with clear, sweet water, tasting as though it had just fallen from the clouds. Our water barrel refilled, we illus- trated the saying, "it is not all of fish- ing to fish," by around on the deck and bathing in the surf until supper time. It was a noticeable fact that we were always ready for supper or any other meal, although at times we had to wait on the furnace, as we had broken the grate. the channel and out into the bay; and a brisk breeze landed us at Flour Bluff in time for dinner. By this time we came to the conclu- sion that we had better catch a tarpon in order to save our reputations, and we immediately set about it. Fermin caught the bait while I rigged up my rod and attached a ten per cent. O'Shaugnessy hook snelled with piano wire, and we were off. It was not an ideal day for trolling, owing to the wind being from off the bay, bringing in quite a sea and making the skiff. Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced for readability
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