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Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: (New York : Outing Pub. Co.)
Contributing Library: Tisch Library
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gthe surface, or trolled. They preferredlight flies to those of more brilliant col-oring. Yet their tastes changed as oftenas the colors of a chameleon, and theyturned up their noses to-day at the lurethat best pleased them yesterday. The light fly rod is too flexible tofasten the hook in the hard mouth of thetarpon with any approach to certainty.In the beginning the fly fisherman willfail, nine times out of ten, to fasten thehook in the mouth of the striking tar-pon. Then he will learn to thrust thebutt of his rod away from the fish whenit seizes the bait, and clutching the lineor reel bring a strong, straight pull tobear on the hook in the mouth of thefish. My first fish on the fly rod in AllensRiver weighed about four pounds, butit took longer to land than its prede-cessor of twenty times that weight. Itled me into a narrow creek where anout-thrusting branch from the bankforced me to step out of the canoe intowater waist deep. I followed the fishup the shallowing stream, walking on
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356 THE OUTING MAGAZINE the bank when the bushes permitted andwading in the channel when trees cameto the waters edge. When the tarpon had had fun enoughwith me in shallow water it led me backto the deeper river. I nearly capsizedthe canoe as I got aboard while playingthe fish, which cavorted up and downand across the stream, leaping severalfeet in the air every minute or two fora quarter of an hour before yielding. In two days I had a score of strikesand landed half that number of tarponafter an average contest of an hour witheach. The largest one was four feetlong and weighed therefore about thirty-two pounds, but it was an exceptionallyactive fish and wore itself out in half anhour by a series of frantic leaps, one ofwhich took it over the bow of the canoewithin reach of my hand. During the two days fishing therewas seldom an interval of ten minutesbetween the landing of one tarpon andthe strike of its successor. On the thirdday the tarpon were as abundant as everand jumped all aro

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