Fishing Time

Horowhenua Chronicle, 25 July 1916, Page 3

Fishing Time

(By Walt Mason.) The fish are frequent in the brook, and I must take my line and hook, and eee if I can catoh « shark tluit will occasion some remark. I know not why I always feel like going-after trout or eel, about this season of the year; the inclination's ratlior queer. For well I know I will not bring, when 1 come home, a decent string; somo bony fish that would not fetch a half a plunk will be my catch. And I'lf be spotted o'er with sores, where all the insects out of doors got in their work with drills and stings and teeth and other red-hot things. And I'll be, sunburned, I suppose, until the bark peels off my nose, and I'll be coated thick with mud, from faffing in the babbling flood. I'll be a ruin ! of the jny who in the morning went away, all blithe and gay and joyouseyed, Apollo in his pomp and pride. 1 know all this, and yet, by jing. I must go fishing every spring; it is a stunt imposed by Fate—so hero is where I dig some bait.