Outing . he held hishead in his hands and thought it said he was dizzy. I have come to the conclusion that ifall the fish in Lake Michigan were nailedto the bottom, and the water poured out,they would probably wiggle loose andget away when they saw me not that they are afraid of me—they romp around me as if we werebrother and sister—but when it comesto swallowing a hook, they either goover and patronize some dub at the otherside of the river, voluntarily, or some-thing happens and they decide to lookaround a while longer before investingwith me. A fish swallowed my hook by m
Outing . he held hishead in his hands and thought it said he was dizzy. I have come to the conclusion that ifall the fish in Lake Michigan were nailedto the bottom, and the water poured out,they would probably wiggle loose andget away when they saw me not that they are afraid of me—they romp around me as if we werebrother and sister—but when it comesto swallowing a hook, they either goover and patronize some dub at the otherside of the river, voluntarily, or some-thing happens and they decide to lookaround a while longer before investingwith me. A fish swallowed my hook by mis-take, one time up in Minnesota, butwhen he came to the surface and sawwho was holding the pole he kicked uphis heels and galloped off. I saw himthe next day, still lugging the pole aroundand showing it to his friends. I mightpossibly catch a dead fish in a basket—if someone were to throw it to me realcarefully—but when it comes to catch-ing live ones, with a hook and line,theres nothing THE RIGHT FIELD GLASS By EDWARD C. CROSSMAN Some of the Things to Avoid and How to Get the Best Use Out of Binoculars
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