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Identifier: westernfield719051906olym (find matches)
Title: Western field
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Olympic Club (San Francisco, Calif.) California Game and Fish Protective Associations
Subjects: Olympic Club (San Francisco, Calif.) California Game and Fish Protectice Associations Sports
Publisher: San Francisco
Contributing Library: San Francisco Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: San Francisco Public Library

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nder willow twig wassoon cut and trimmed and, with a fat May-fly impaled upon his extemporized hook, thisancient disciple of Izaak Walton crept warily on his hands and knees to the verge of thebridge. THE PACIFIC C0A8T ilAOAZINK A student of physiognomy would have reveled in the feast spreadout on his wrinkled taee as he carefully dropped his lure just in the edge ..of the shadow of the upper side of the bridge. There was a moment -tof breathless suspense as the current swept the Insect Into the eddy,a flash in the water, a sudden tension of the linen cord, then amighty yell of exultation as. with a dextrous twist .of his wrist, a diminutive troutlet left his native x,element with a plunlc and landed in the brusha dozen feet behind him. Whether is was that I he transient flash of that glitter-ing fish liindled the train of dormant fire that smouldered;in his heiit oi that some coi 1 whi ti bound his slunI ling desiie snipped at the effoit I c mnot sa^ Bf tl It the icy age iime tl at t
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\e ns melted an 1 thaw elin the heat ot his sue essai d his \eais tell from him As he groped—a boy again—amongthe underbrush for his victim, he me-chanically tore up a succulent youngsassafras root and put it in his mouthwith a mental resolution to gatherenough for a drawin, sagely observ- WESTERN FIELD x-CClil^ ing that Sassafrac was mighty good for the blood in thespring. He tenderly strung the fingerling on an alder twig and rebent his straitened pin anew. The anglers instinct was predominant now to the total elimination of all else and grew moiedominant with each successive capture. Time and occasion w erealike forgotten in his absorbing pursuit, andwhen the old hound, who was watching be-side his discarded hat, raised a whine of ex-postulation as the old man disappearedaround a bend in the creek, he was gravelyenjoined to keep his fool mouth shut—hewould scare the fish. Following the sinuosities of the brookwith the caution born of long experience theold man crept warily al

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