“With a hook and line of course. I told you to ‘wait and see.’”
“Well,” gasped Fred, and he stopped for lack of anything further to say. His three companions, however, burst into gales of laughter all at his expense and all seemed to enjoy the situation very much.
“Let me see him,” demanded Fred, and George very willingly handed over his prize to be inspected.
“Why, look here,” exclaimed Fred. “There’s not a cut or a mark of any kind around his mouth but his stomach has a big gash in it.”
“Certainly,” said George. “That’s where I hooked him.”
“In the stomach?” cried Fred. “What are you talking about?”
“Tell him how you did it, Pop,” urged John gleefully.
“Well,” said George, “it was like this. I tried to fish the way I saw Fred doing it but I couldn’t to save my life. The old hook kept catching on everything in sight.”
“Just like mine,” interposed Grant.
“I finally got disgusted,” continued George. “It didn’t seem to be any use in my trying any longer and I thought that a trout would be an awful fool to bite that silly looking fly anyway. I’ve always fished with worms and I didn’t see why I couldn’t catch trout with worms for bait. I decided to try it anyway, so I rolled over an old log and dug under it with my knife. It wasn’t long before I had a couple of big fat fellows and I soon put one on the hook and took the fly off.