"Chub? Why chub's a kind of carp, don't you see. There's no fish
pulls harder than a chub, not in the ordinary way of fishing. A chub
he'll pull just like a little pig; he will indeed, if you believe
me."
"And a jack, uncle," put in Minnie, who liked to please the old man.
"Doesn't a jack pull hard?"
"Well, it's like this, my dear; it depends on the bottom when it's
jack. If the bottom's weedy--see?--you must keep your line tight on
a jack. Let him run and you're as like as not to lose thirty or
forty yards of your line."
"And the lines are expensive, aren't they, uncle?"
"Well, my dear, I give eighteen and six for my preserved jack
line--hundred yards. Eighteen and six!"
There followed one of his old stories, of a jack which had been
eating up young ducklings on a certain pond; how he had baited for
this fellow with a live duckling, the hook through the tips of its
wings, got him in twenty minutes, and he turned the scale at
four-and-twenty pounds. Roach and perch were afterwards discussed.
In Mr. Sparkes' opinion the best bait for these fish was a bit of
dough kneaded up with loose wool.
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