Anglers Journal

Yarn Two: ‘Goodnight! It’s All Off!’

would lift him and wind him up a hundred feet or so, and then he would take the line away from me. It happened so often that it must have looked funny. All of a sudden my tuna started to sound. He did not run. He just plugged down and down and down. The reel screamed zee—zee—zee! This procedure grew alarming. Two hundred yards — three hundred yards — three-fifty and finally four hundred yards of line he took straight down. This was the

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