He whipped the rod, and the line snaked through the air; he reeled it in slowly, waiting for the strike. It didn't come and he cast again. Small beads of perspiration broke out on his face and trickled down his neck. On the fourth try he played the line carefully, felt a small tug. "Ah, he's taking it. He's taking it," he said. Quickly, he set the hook and reeled in his catch. "Oh my golly," he laughed, "it's an eel!.... I've got an eel!" He dumped the squirming creature into a handy pail, looked down at his watch, then looked out regretfully over the lake. There was a moment or two of complete silence. "I'm sorry," busy Bill Zeckendorf said finally, "but I have an appointment coming up. I guess you'll have to take my word the trout are in there."
It pleases us to take Bill Zeckendorf's word for it, but it pleases us even more to know that a man who controls a multimillion-dollar corporation and builds his own lake can have troubles landing his trout—just like the rest of us.
Muscular Mike Souchak, who has caused financial dismay in the ranks of touring golf professionals so far this year by winning $46,000, let slip some information which may scare those of the next generation's prospective pros old enough to read.
Fresh from his eye-opening 69-63-67-69 win in the Motor City Open (a victory for which big Mike gives much credit to a waist-trimming diet), the ex-Duke football player confided that there's another golfing Souchak: Mike Jr.
At age 5 Mike Jr. has already worn out one set of clubs and is using the second to hit the ball 70 yards at a shot. This may be even a better beginning than he had, Mike Sr. admitted to an Atlantic Coast conference of football coaches and sportswriters. "I was playing at the age of 5 too," said Mike. "But my brother John, who was a pro in Pennsylvania, used to give me only one club at a time.
"One day he'd hand me a seven iron. He'd make me play for three or four weeks using only that stick. Then I'd get a driver, and again I'd play the entire course for weeks at a time." By the time Mike was 10, and presumably using several clubs, he could break 80. Mike Jr. has five years to top Dad's record and, to hear his father tell it, the boy might just do it at that.
'It's a Bug'
Each weekday Terry Lentz rose with the Monterey Park, Calif, sun, drove 45 minutes to school, attended classes till 5 p.m., supped hastily and worked in a grocery store till after 10. This left only weekends, "when beaches are most crowded and other spearfishermen follow you around to see the best spots," for Terry to practice his favorite sport. But Terry made the best of it, and that best proved good enough last week to enable him to win the World Underwater Fishing Championships at Malta. During seven hours of diving in the Mediterranean, Terry collected such a variety of underwater prey that the Italians, who won in 1954, '55 and '57, and the reigning French champions held their breath in awe.
The U.S. had never before competed in the world championships and the team made the trip this year only because of the enthusiasm of a roaring, stumping lion of a man named Gustav Delia Valle, who looks like a cross between Tarzan and Toscanini. Valle managed to raise enough money to send Terry and three other American divers to Malta. Few gave them much chance to win, and the Italians laughed aloud when they saw Floridian Don Del Monico's Hawaiian sling—a hollow bamboo tube fitted with a piece of surgical rubber—which Don used in preference to a conventional spear gun. Incensed, Don fitted the sling with a quarter-inch steel spear, drew back and in true Homeric style sent it flying through one wooden door, across a room and through a second door. The Italians gaped.