FISHING TIME
(By Walt Mason.)
The fish are frequent in the brook, and I must take my line and hook, and see if I can catch a shark that will occasion some remark. 1 know not, why .1 always feel like going after trout or cel, about this season of the year; the inclination’s rather queer. For well 1 know I will not bring, when 1 come home, a decent string; some bony fish that would not fetch a half a plunk will he my catch. And I’ll he 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 failing in the babbling flood. I’ll be a, ruin of the jay who in the morning went away, all blithe and gay and joy-ous-eyed, Apollo in his pomp and pride. I know all this, and yet, by jing, I must go fishing every spring; it is a stunt imposed by Fate —so here is where I dig some bait.
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Manawatu Herald, Volume XXXVIII, Issue 1592, 1 August 1916, Page 4
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194FISHING TIME Manawatu Herald, Volume XXXVIII, Issue 1592, 1 August 1916, Page 4
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