Memories of Skeleton Lake by Paul Temple

effort, especially when one day he caught four, but didnt give me
one . As explained before, he was a product of his environment, and
they used to say he was so tight he would squeeze a quarter until the
king screamed GOD SAVE THE KING—(yes, there was a king on
the coin in those days, not a queen.)
Years later I went out with my avid friend Chally, but I enjoyed the
scenery, and at times secretly hoped he would’nt catch something
and disturb the peace and quiet. We would take a few sandwiches to
keep the beer bottles from rattling—against the law now, but it was
hard to get in trouble with a 5 bhp motor—TRUE STORY COMING
UP:
My brother Bud was an avid fisherman, and one day at his cottage
Chally and I said we were going trolling. It was noon in August, and
I quote him directly(He was talking out of the side of his mouth.)
“You dizzy buggers will never catch anything in the middle of the
day in August”—but away we went to the northwest side of the
lake—Chally’s lure was the old reliable Williams Wobbler and he
had about two hundred feet of steel line out in around 90 feet of
water.(it is necessary to get down near the bottom, and, of course, if
too low, you get snagged on a rock)... Chally said “Im stuck”. This
was common, so the procedure was to shut the motor off (the little
motor had no reverse–I would simply row back over the line while
he reeled in to loosen the hook). It was a calm day, and we noticed
that the boat was being pulled backwards! It had to be a large fish
to do that! It took Chally about 10 minutes to get it up to the boat,
and luckily, our net was large and we landed it—We returned to my
brothers cottage and casually walked in the door—it was close to
nine pounds. Amusing to us was the fact that he didnt congratulate
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