FISHING FOR PERCH
Early one morning my uncle, my younger brother and I started for Metcalf Pond. It is one and one-half miles long and about a half mile wide and is completely surrounded by woods. We went in our uncle's car and got there about six o'clock. After hiring a boat from a farmer that we knew, we commenced to fish for perch. As we used two fish poles apiece when we got in a good place they would 'bite so fast that many times there would be a fish on one hook before we got the other baited. Many times we got our lines tangled up when we were pulling them out. Right here let me say that it takes some skill to pull a good-sized perch out of the water and land it in your end of the boat without slapping it against anyone else's face. At other times it would be a half hour before we would get a bite. But we never got tired of it, and I can still hear the water against the boat and the clanking of a cow-bell back in the pasture. About nine o'clock we boys thought that it was dinner time; but about a week later (judging by our appetites) Uncle Ben announced dinner. We were sure that it was time to eat.
After dinner we fished without very good success until three o'clock. Then it began to rain and the fish to bite. But that did not benefit us long, as it began to rain harder, so we made for the boathouse, about a mile away. However we didn't get there until after we were wet through. We went home cheerful, all the same, as us boys caught 60 and Uncle Ben 40. They were all from eleven to thirteen inches long and we had to throw away only three under ten inches. Well, we had fish for about three days after and all reported a good time.
Lamsille Co., Vt.
Leon F. Safford.
Fur, News. Fur News, January 1916.
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