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FfSHERMAN'S LUCK EVENING DRAMA ENACTED IN A QUIET TROUT POOL. THE BULLY GOES BERSERK Iiave ybu heard the most exciting fish story for years? The old-timer '"vvh'o told it to Sam and me yesterday over a - - er - - cup of coffe& is just a,n ordinary honest, unimag-inative fisherman, who wbuldn't even exaggerate the size of a fish — ia.t least not mneh until he saw how you were reacting. Anyway . t . . . "I wa3 fishin' up country the other evenin'," he said.: "Lovely evenin', it was — not quite dark an' not a wliisper of a breeze stiffin', hut inclined to be chilly. I wa,s usin' the live hully in a favourite.pool of mine, but the blessed fish didn't seem. to be hungry, or somethin'. Anyway, bully was taldn' his exereise in perfect safety ... "I was xnusin' ahout how exasper.atin' trout can be, Simp'ly ignbrin' a good square meal like that, wheii me mate oame along with the last of the whisky in his hip flash'. I bad -a good stiff one, an' I was Wonderin' whether I would risk a squint or have what was left, when poor old bully swimmin' ahout there, swingin' on his moorin's like, ancl probably feeling just as niuch in the mood to appreciate ia- spot as I was meself. So I dips him ini the bit of whisky I has left, and' then drops him ont ahout the middle of the pool again. . . . "He goes ofij like. a channel swimmer, an' I begins to wonder whether a trout could cateh him anyway. An' then it happened. I h'eard the fish take him, ari' as I sprang to it meself I thought, 'poor old bully. Anyway, I'm glad I gave y' that whisky.' "I could tell that trout was a beauty, because he fouight me until I hegan to wonder if he' get me beat laffter all. An' then, qulite sudden like, he seemed to fizzle out, an' when I got him in near enough to igafF him there was hardly a kick left in him. Twelve-pounder, eaSy, I was thinkin' meself, as I picked him up an' was lookin' him over. ... "An' then, for cryin' out loud, what do y' think I found? I hadn't beat that trout at all. He wa,3 strangled' That hully had him gripped firmly hy the throat.
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Rotorua Morning Post, Volume 2, Issue 519, 1 May 1933, Page 2
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