JACKO GOES FISHING

Waikato Times, Volume 99, Issue 16596, 12 September 1925, Page 16 (Supplement)

JACKO GOES FISHING

One day Mr .Tacko appeai-cd in a weird ancl wonderful costume. He had found an old waterproof cape and a Tunny-looking cap; and what with his thick muffler and heavy boots, Mrs Jacko said she was sure he looked for all the world like a deep-sea fisherman. “And you’re not far wrong, my dear," said Mr Jacko, with a pleaked smile. “I did think of seeing what) I could find in the river this afternoon.” Of course, Jacko was up like a shot. There was nothing he liked better than a day’s fishing. Mr Jacko didn’t seem exactly keen on his company, how’ever. He said Jacko would make a noise and scare the flsh. *

“And probably end by falling in," he added, grimly. But when he‘ found how much there was to carry he rather changed his mind! And, a few minutes later, Jacko set off with his father, proudly carrying a basket and ' two campstools, while Mr Jacko stalked along, looking equally pleased with himself, with his flshing-rod. Mrs Jacko asked them to bring her back a nice fish for supper. She wished them good luck, and said she hoped they .would have a pleasant day. “Though what pleasure there can be in standing about all day on the wet grass, I don’t know,” she added. “I i wonder you don’t take your death of cold.” When they got to the river, Mr Jacko settled himself on his camp-stool, and , told Jacko he wasn’t to make a sound. He was very annoyed yvhen, a few ' minutes later, Jacko produced a big jam jar tied on to a stick. “What’s that for?” asked Mr Jacko, testily. “I’m going after tiddlers," said Jacko, with a grin. ' ' Mr Jacko was furious, j “You’ll do nothing of the sort,” he shouted. How do you think I'm to catch any fish if you splash about and frighten them all away?” Jacko put the jar away sadly. His day’s Ashing was not turning out sf well as he had expected. And he was so bored that he hardly' smiled when Mr Jacko caught his line in an overhanging branch, and got very red in the face about it! But when the line refused to work itself frbe, Jacko saw the chance of some fun. He scrambled up the tree and worked his way along the branch | to where the line was caught. I Mr Jacko watched from below 1 anxiously. “That’s it> You’ve nearly got it,” he called up to Jacko. “Now then— I throw it down."

But the line was not the only thing that came down. The branch snapped and down came Jacko as welll He knocked his father clean over, and they both rolled down the bank into the river.

It was the last day’s Ashing fof'a long time 1 i