White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1912-05-26
MR.. CATFISH
IS ALL RIGHT
CARSON CITY EDITORS DISSER
TATION ON THE GOOD QUAIL
TIES OF THIS SPORTY FINNY
FELLOW.

A little later in the season The Ne
vada Fish Commission are tc supply
the Ely section with catfish Il stock a
small loke in that section of Nevada.
1t is the pest move that has been
made along that line. The talk about
the sportive and festive trout is all
right. He is a particular cuss, one
day he bits and another he forgets
how. The water must be just right,
and its a jungle fly, or a black gnat,
or a white miller or some other imi-
tation bauble that must come his way
before he agrees to decorate the fry
pan and give Mr.. Walton the proper
wife in an anti-suffrange home. He is
a delicate problem and must be hand
led with as much care as a militant
wife in an anti-suffrage home. He Is
all right when you get him, but in
the words of Ernest Harris, The is
hell to get"
Not SO with Mr.. Catfish. He grows
in water that is deadly cold or he
thriyes and lives where it is almost
warm. Tom Tenant, who was depu-
ty fish commissioner for years and
planted thousands of the cats over
the state, once stated that they need
ed INC more water than a Demo-
erat," so you can make your own
opinion on this score. The fact re-
mains that a couple of feet of water,
a muddy bottom and something to
eat makes a fat catfish, and a treat
when he hits the pan.
When Hub Parker was Fish Com
missioner a decade ago, he sent away
and brought in a few hundred cat
fish. When he brought the mud
pouts to Nevada and dumped them
into Washoe Lake, many of the old
timers protested that Hub had gone
wrong. Not so. He made the best
sport his section of Nevada had
known. He has filed more pans with
fish than all the commissioners who
have since followed. Millions of the
yellow bellied fat fellows have been
taken out of Washoe Lake and hun
dreds of people every season enjoy
the sport of catching them.
When the people line the banks of
Washoe Lake on a warm afternoon,
and see a cork start northward, or in
any direction, and out comes a blub D.
berry, shiny old catfish there is JOY at
the business end of the rod, If 1t is
death to Mr.. Fish. Then he can be
heaved into a damp sack, and unless
the day is about the hundred mark
he will be as much alive as the mo-
ment he was taken from his favorite
sand bar or mud bank. He can be
sent to a pond fifty miles away and
all he needs is water enough to keep
him from baking. and he, with a
mate, will inside of a few years make
fishing for a whole community. The
above are but a few of the virtues of
Mr.. Catfish and his prolific and salts
flying family. He does not want a
whole generation of time to get
busy, but a few years and you have
a pond full of his kin folk and all
hungry and ready for the hook and
pan. He is the profitable fish of the
lake and rivers and when once plant
ed. that little spike along his upper
deck and the side plates will take
care of him, and woe be unto Mr..
Trout or any of the cannibal brothers
who swallow this armored cruiser of
Washoe Lake.
Then. when it is all over, and the
fish is properly skinned and dropped
into the pan and cooked to a nut
brown, there is a satisfaction only
found in his taste and kind.
When the White Pine people once
get acquainted with the Washoe Lake
catfish. Mr.. Trout will take a back
seal as a utility proposition. Hub
Parker and his catfish have given
more people good meals and better
fun than all the fancy fish that were
ever Matched, raised, spawned or 9th
erwise added to Nevada's assets
Carson City Daily Appeal.