Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1909-06-02
Outside Point of View

Again the months have rolled around
and once more the small boy, the big
boy and the old boy are all going q
fishing. No matter If the past is full
of remembered failure The DAYS when
they wouldn't bite may be much larger
in number that those when big string
was brought in. All of the discom-
forts of the many days of the past are
forgotten, only the bright spots stand
out. The day. the hour and the exa II
place where that big bass was taken
IS what the fisherman remembers. Ma
lure Is kind 10 nature lovers. in this,
tnat only the pleasure of the trip is re- :
men1bered. The MOSQUITOES We're bad,
but think of that string of trout we
caught between that bridge by the 81 NV
mill, and the lower dam Yes that was
a wet day when we were out on Red
Cedar Lake. had TO bale out the bat
during that heavy thunder storm. but
we will never forget catching those
fifteen wall-eyes soon after the sun
came out. That big one weighed five
pounds and seven ounces on the hot 81
scales
does NOT want to "go a fshing., PITT
not the sorrows of the poor. rather
pity the wealth getter tied to his bus
mess that does not feel "the call of the
wild, strong enough to drag him ous
OF his den, and go out and catch the
first biting bull heads. Fortunate is the
man that lives near or can go to the
trout streams. To be envied is the
sportsman able to take the trip to the
salmon waters. But the man lacking
Tune and money to go after trout and
salmon. and lacking even the desire TO
go out in the spring. get tired wet and
dirty. and bring home even suckers ana
red horse. such a man, leaves out of his
existence one of the joys of living. 1t
may be disease, even a sign of d.
generacy. such man may lack culture
and refinment, may fail to have the in
stlnct of true craftsmanship. admit it
all. and even then the bullhead fisher
man. the man with the desire to go n
fishing lacking trout and salmon and
catching bullheads and suckers. has an
asset of real living.
Maybe this story has been told in
this column before, but it will do to
repeat. For many years late in Febru-
airy or early in March just as daylight
was approaching, covered carriage
With footman and driver would he
driven to the wllarves in South Bos-
ton. Out of the carriage would get a
grizzled gray haired man of 70. The
footman would bring to him pole, line
and bait and down on the wharf he
would sit sometimes in driving snow
storm and fish for smelts. Around him
were ragged boys and unkempt men
also hshing for smelts. And there this
millionaire would sit. his legs dangling
over the edge of the wharf. having the
time of his life. To be sure on his re-
turn trip home to his hundred thou
sand dollar residence on Beacon street,
he could stop at the market and buy
for 10 cents more smelts than he had
caught In two hours He could have
stayed in warm comfortable bed and
after leisurely breakfast been, .driy-
en- to his office in State street. Many
other rich men did not get up and go
down on the wfarves at o'clock on
a cold March morning, but he did.
And 1t was fun, pure and simple.
Many envied him for his money and
what wealth brings. but he possessed
more than money. He loved to 20 a
fishing