Evening star., 1933-06-11

e the stream multicolored sunflsh, fash
ing in the afternoon sun.
Seventeen" he exclaimed, as the nsh
nopped on the bank beside him.
His brother Steve, sitting next to him,
shifted his pole from one hand to the other.
That makes you two up" he said.
Eddie dug into tin can beside him and
pulled out squirming worm. He baited his
hook and threw the line back IN the stream
Eddie was IS, and red-headed. Steve was
IL. and headed. They spent many hours
together. fishing in this little mountain stream
near the farm where they lived
Steve shifted his position and rubbed an
already wet sleeve across his perspiring face
You know. Eddie" he said. II sure do wish
we could get to go ON q real fishing trip some
time. In the ocean or somewhere, stead Of
just here in the creek"
Me, tool Boy. / saw picture in the maga-
zine yesterday of fish that must have been
4 feet long!"
"Yes, I've seen them. Big as both Of us put
together. almosti They catch 'em in"
Steve broke off to jerk his pole sharply and
another sunfish flashed wiggling from the
water Sixteen for me-" he cried. He held
the slippery fish while he dislodged the hook,
then reached for the stringer disappearing In
the water.
CUDDENLY he looked up. whats that?"
> he cried Eddie looked upstream toward
where Steve pointed. From around q bend
came a man. He had on hip boots and was
wading and as he sloshed along he Tipped
long, slender fishing rod toward one side Of
the stream, then toward the other The boys
stared open -mouthed.
Look at that skinny POLE" Eddie breathed.
THAT wouldn't hold a minnow!"
Just then the man saw them. He pushed
his shapeless old hat back on his head and
grinned He stopped Tipping his rod and
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them
"Any luck, boys?" he asked when he was
nearer
For answer Steve reached down and held up
the stringer. wisgling with many sunfish.
The man climbed up on the bank and came
down to where they sat- Good enough" he
smiled, indicating the stringer. TIN not do
ing so well myself" He reached into basket
like affair hanging BY . strap from his shoul-
der and pulled out small golden n-brown,
speckled fish.
"Oh, trout" Eddie said.
The man grinned "A trout Is right-just one
and I've been fishing all day.
Eddie liked the mans grin. WELL" he said.
as though he were apologizing for not having
caught more trout himself, trout are hard
to get"
They seem to be-" the man said. He turned
to go. Well hope haven't disturbed your
fishing, boys. I'll go on downstream" He started
away.
CUDDENLY Steve jumped up. 'Mister!" he
- called. The man turned Steve spoke bash
fully Would you-would you mind II we went
along an watched you?"
"Of course not! Come on along-maybe you
two red-headsn give me q little Mck" He
waited smiling. while they hurriedly put the
string of fish back In the water.
Together the three walked downstream q
little farther, then the man stepped in the shall
low water. He took a little tin box from the
basket, opened it. and pulled out . small hook
with bright feathers all around it.
Guess I'll try brown hackle," he said.
whats brown hacker. asked Steve.
"Its f1y-a trout hy. They make different
kinds. with different colored feathers and DIFF
ferent size hooks and ALL" the man explained.