"I don't want to say nothin'," remarked the old man, "that would keep
them fellers with the jinted poles from stoppin' at my house when they
comes to these parts a-fishin'. I ain't got no objections to their
poles; 'tain't that. And I don't mind nuther their standin' off, and
throwin' their flies as fur as they've a mind to; that's not it. And it
ain't even the way they have of worryin' their fish. I wouldn't do it
myself, but if they like it, that's their business. But what does rile
me is the cheeky way in which they stand up and say that there isn't no
decent way of fishin' but their way. And that to a man that's ketched
more fish, of more different kinds, with more game in 'em, and had more
fun at it, with a lot less money, and less tomfoolin' than any fishin'
feller that ever come here and talked to me like an old cat tryin' to
teach a dog to ketch rabbits. No, sir; agen I say that I don't take no
money fur entertainin' the only man that ever come out here to go
a-fishin' in a plain, Christian way. But if you feel tetchy about not
payin' nothin', you kin send me one of them poles in three pieces, a
good strong one, that'll lift Barney Sloat's trout, if ever I hook him."
I sent him the rod; and next summer I am going out to see him use it.
***END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK AMOS KILBRIGHT; HIS ADSCITITIOUS
EXPERIENCES***
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