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46 LARGE LAKE PIKE.
than in any other water we wot of. They are caught
here chiefly with the seine, but occasionally with the
hook, in trolling; and when you do get fairly hold
of a twenty-pounder, look out! Ten to one—unless
you are a thorough expert, and give him a long play,
wearying him out, and foiling his prodigious efforts
at escape, with your gaff-hook or dip-net at hand—
he snaps your line, or breaks your hook and escapes
forever! This fish is an acrobat for feats of agility.
He no sooner feels the barbed steel in his gullet, than
he commences a series of writhings and contortions
that would astonish an " India-rubber man." He
makes a semi-circle of himself, and then springs back
to a " normal" position as suddenly as a tense bow
when the string is cut. He zigzags horizontally,
darts upwards, darts downwards, spins round, turns
somersaults, and finally, if all these dodges fail,
launches his lithe body, with a quiver, six feet into
the air, and coming down head foremost, darts off at
a right angle like a streak of lightning. If this last
manoeuvre does not break the tackle, the muskellunge
gives in, and suffers himself to be lifted out of the
water without betraying the slightest emotion. But
for all that, in dislodging the hook from his mouth,
look out for the chevaux de /rise that guards the entrance—the spikes are sharp. A sharp customer is
your muskellunge, but a more delicate fish—flesh
white as snow, and savory as an oyster, well boiled,
and served upon the dinner-table with proper sauces
—does not exist.
| Title | The boys' own book of outdoor sports |
| Creator | John, Uncle |
| Publisher | Hurst & company |
| Place of Publication | New York |
| Date | [1887?] |
| Language | eng |
| Type | Books/Pamphlets |
| Title | 00000143 |
| Type | Books/Pamphlets |
| Transcript | 46 LARGE LAKE PIKE. than in any other water we wot of. They are caught here chiefly with the seine, but occasionally with the hook, in trolling; and when you do get fairly hold of a twenty-pounder, look out! Ten to one—unless you are a thorough expert, and give him a long play, wearying him out, and foiling his prodigious efforts at escape, with your gaff-hook or dip-net at hand— he snaps your line, or breaks your hook and escapes forever! This fish is an acrobat for feats of agility. He no sooner feels the barbed steel in his gullet, than he commences a series of writhings and contortions that would astonish an " India-rubber man." He makes a semi-circle of himself, and then springs back to a " normal" position as suddenly as a tense bow when the string is cut. He zigzags horizontally, darts upwards, darts downwards, spins round, turns somersaults, and finally, if all these dodges fail, launches his lithe body, with a quiver, six feet into the air, and coming down head foremost, darts off at a right angle like a streak of lightning. If this last manoeuvre does not break the tackle, the muskellunge gives in, and suffers himself to be lifted out of the water without betraying the slightest emotion. But for all that, in dislodging the hook from his mouth, look out for the chevaux de /rise that guards the entrance—the spikes are sharp. A sharp customer is your muskellunge, but a more delicate fish—flesh white as snow, and savory as an oyster, well boiled, and served upon the dinner-table with proper sauces —does not exist. |
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