Catoctin clarion., 1923-03-15
ONLY THREE WEEKS!!!

Twenty-one more days, and then,
Oil Boyt
It seems like long stretch from
August 1st to April 1st, but we are
still on the job and ready. Some
folks like Christmas, some July 4th,
but when you want to please me just
hand out April 1st. If you can't dish
up April 1st, please pass along June
1st. To the uninitiated members of
the grand order of "Bait Wollopers," "
this sounds fishy. 1t is. April 1st
means Trout, June 1st means Bass.
And when you mention either one OF
those names you hit me right at home
and I have been known to leave the
most enticing wood pile ever seen
and start right after both of those
fellows. Mr.. Trout seems to make
me me leave most anything, even
my bed before daylight. Trout, as a
rule, are smaller than Bass, and l
don't like to pick on the smaller fel-
ler," but he just naturally gets on my
nerves, and I have chased him as far
as six miles and then at times he has
given me the slip.
Talk about slips in Trout fishing.
If you ever walk up Hunting Creek
above Sandy Hole, anywhere between
there and the Falls, you should have
at least three runs, or rises, or jumps,
just as you choose to call them. In
other words three bites, you are lucky
to get one Trout. I have said more
than once bad beginning makes a
good ending. Meaning have lost my
fish where I started. In Trout fishing
you must never sit down and wait for
them to come to you. "Seek and you
shall find" should be the motto of ev-
cry Trout fisherman. They may be
right where the water is the swiftest
and they might be taking a nap in
still water. AS you come down stream
get ready to begin, as for the next
half mile you will find mighty rough
shedding. On either side the foliage
is dense and in the stream the rocks
are as slippery as eel skins handled
with soft soap. If bait fishing, let
your line float ahead of you making it
hit every spot and if you don't get a
few thrills I miss my bet. Just mag
inc, folks, a perfect morning in early
Spring, you are wading down sing
ing stream, yes, I mean singing, as
both stream and birds are tuning up
trying to outdo each other. No one is
around but you, and you don't know
you are anywhere because you have
only one idea, and that is Trout. When
you make mis-step and you find one
boot has decided it needs drink and
therefore fills up, and the other boot
not to be outdone seems to have sent
its heel right through you to the back
of your head, be not dismayed but pick
yourself up and Couieize your bait and
Aclaim II got a bitel I got bite!
and Great Goshins! I got twelve-inch
TroutW
A lover of roses should not mind
the prick of thorn. A lover of nut
cake should not mind hitting his fin
gers while cracking the nuts. I've
never heard of either abstaining from
his pleasure so why should a fellow
get mad and quit just as things get
exciting? I'll tell the cock-eyed world
I don't. "Carry on" down the stream
and before long you come to different
ground" Here you find large rocks
with the aforementioned singing
stream trying to change from high c
to Basso. When you hit this country
you are sailing fine and you can pic
ture yourself at the supper table, a
large platter of Brook Trout that are
nice and brown (having been fried in
bacon grease) in front of you and at
every mouthful you can live the day
over again, and forget the ones that
got away.
Cesar said "and you, Brutus," ," Alex
ander The Great looked for more
worlds to grab on to, and you can take
me for a mistaken man If you don't
follow. their example and exclaim,
Hello, Mr.. Trout, where is the rest
of your family?" Next day will find
you starting at the forks of the creek
above Harman's and you will then be
"where they are at"
l really must close now as it is still
twenty-one days until April 1st, but I
sure do feel symptoms-of that Grand
Disease.
N. M. Rod