Catoctin clarion., 1923-04-12
NIBBLINGS OF. NIMROD

Some one has said "all things come
to him who waits" 1 don't agree
with that party entirely. waited fol
April 1st, it came, but if l had wait
ed for my friend the Trout to come
to me I would still be waiting.
Something like the old Latin phrase
he came, he saw, he conquered. The
first day of the Trout season dawned
clear and cold. 1t was cold. crawl
ed out of the hay bright and early
and saw the mercury stood at 10 above
zero. Did I get cold feet? Not at
first, but l did before long. l had
built so many castles on the opening
day that just had to hit the stream.
Well went and put my line in but
in few moments the line was thick
with ice and frozen fast to the guides
and my feet were so cold that could
not tell l had any feet. l decided I
did not want any cold storage fish
so gave it up for the day. AS said
once before, bad beginning makes a
| good ending.
Last Wednesday at A. M. was at
the Falls waiting for a little SUM-
shine to land on the pool and when it
landed l reached for my friend Mr..
Fish Bait, grabbed him back of the
neck and hung him on my hook. He
kicked at that treatment. That is ex-
actly what l wanted him to do. /
slung him in the water and he kicked
himself right into the mouth of a 8
inch trout. Boys right then ceased
to worry. Say fellows, do you re-
member the first penknife you ever
wanted or the little red cart or the big
marble with the cow showing thro?
And you got them. Ladies, do you
remember when he used to call and
always brought you a pound box of
cendy and one night he came and
brought five pounds instead of one?
Do you remember your first doll ?
Well put all those happy memories
into one and then you know how l
felt when l said Good morning., Mr..
Trout" I got several more at the
Falls and kept coming down the
stream. Every rock seemed to well
come me back. The leaves are not
out yet but it seemed that they opened
just enough to say "howdy". l al
ways expect to find Mr.. Trout at a
certain spot. He was there and
threw him worm. He cooked his
head to one side and seemed to say
welcome home" The stream was sing
ing "You may go but will bring you
back" l have fshed in lots of diff
ferent streams, rivers, lakes and
oceans, but there are no waters just
like Hunting Creek, not that the fish
are large or plentiful, but it is home,
and that is the greatest word we have.
AS l came on down the stream
caught fish and when decided to call
it day, l had nice bunch. I've
been up several times since and had
luck each time. At one pool made
a cast and my old friend Spots raised
to the bait, looked at me and beat it.
Whether he did not like my appear
ance or whether he was afraid of me
l am unable to say, but l do know
he left and at the rate he was going
he should circle the globe by Wednes-
day, April 11th, and I'll be there to
meet him.
had talk with two charter men,
bers of the "Bait WALLPAPERS" and one
of them told me that one day while
fishing, his watch dropped out of his
pocket and fell in the stream. While
bending over to look for it silver dol
lar dropped out of another pocket. A
fish came along and swallowed both of
them. A year after, while fishing at
the same spot, Ihe caught fish 'and
when he cleaned him he found in him
the watch and $1.06 The watch Iwas
running and had lost only 5 seconds.
He said it was a stem winder. He
supposes that as the fish worked his
gills he kept the watch wound up, but
he can't figure exactly where the fish
got that .06 interest.
The other fellow says that he has
dog that he always takes with him
when he goes for trout, as the dog
runs up and down the stream and
when he hears him bark he knows
that there lisa trout in the water
where the dog stops. That is possi-
BILE as he is a spotted dog and every
body knows a trout is spotted.
Well, folks, l had a bad case of
that Grand Disease and am still suf-
fering with it. I am somewhat better,
but l am afraid won't get entirely
over it. until July 1st when the Trout