Excerpt from Louisiana Conservation Review, Vol. 5: April, 1936 This is a story about fishing for fun. It is not intended for those men who drag long seines over soft mudflats or who run catfish lines so they could eat and dress and buy more catfish lines to run. This story is written solely for the man who ever so Often breaks out in a light mania, which makes him forget everything but rod and reel. Hot suns do not bother him then, nor yet mosquitoes that sting or ants that harvest his noonday lunch. In this state of mind he will gladly pay a dollar or more per pound for fish, and he will brag about it-to boot. I know him well. He is the finest of fellows, a prince as a companion. He is a nature lover, a sport, a brag gard, a good-natured liar - a gentleman. If you are of that breed, then read my little story. You will profit by it, I am sure. If you are not, then pass on, please. This can never interest you, for it can interest only those who go fishing for fun. Fight chance. These are the lures Of fishing for fun. These tear you from your desk, from behind the counter or behind the plow. They set you dreaming; they mingle with your blood and make you mad. Life is part gamble and part fight. At heart each of us love to take a chance, each dreams Of pitting his brawn and brain against some adversary. Deep within every mother's son of us is a lightly sleeping caveman, and every now and then he awakes and is far indeed from satisfied with the desk or the ribbon counter or the mechanic's bench. What he de mands is life in the raw, and you had better sat isfy him or he will never leave you at rest. Some see bull-fights to satisfy them, some scrap among themselves, others go hunting or hike in the woods, but you - you go fishing for fun. Vacation time arrives. The days are hot and long and lazy. Out of a steely sky the sun bakes the naked city pavements. Far away, in your mind's eyes, the grass looks soft and the trees very green. Your slumbering caveman awakes. Unconsciously almost, you reach for rod and reel, and then, after that, you cannot rest. Am I wrong? About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.