The Waterbury Democrat., 1940-05-09

 victims to Norm Beardsley's eX- pert rod on Saturday evening last. z Norm has a way with fish. This |. time he operated at the edge or the Muskrat Plains area and the State will soon have to restock the old Housatonic If that boy gees back there even once more,
 Putt smith claims that Jim Cassidy's pond Is the hiding place of an eel bigger than cider bar rel and twice as tough to handle. Years ago, when that eel was just . minnOw Putt hooked him. The eel put up a fight that lasted all night. Came the dawn and both eel and the fisherman were ex- haVsted. The knots on MT. Smiths line proved that he won only three yards back during the [ night; the fight looked like a draw. Putt took a swing of felt boot cider and dug his heels in and hauled. The eel came slowly shureward and it looked like fish 10. breakfast. Putt spat on his hands and pulled harder. Final ly, just as victory was within his grasp, that eel caught a glimpse of our neighbor In the Purchase and did such an abrupt about face that the rope broke. Putt Snnith has fished for that eel many times since the unhappy day when he lost out, hut its no use. The eel Is wise.
 Danny Wildman, like any good cit.zens before him, saw the er- TOT of his ways, turned his back on the gaudy attractions at Sandy Hook, and carved for himself q home out of the wilderness of lPootatuck. Tucked away in a bosky, sunflecked glade, the Wild man Homestead fools most folks. It's so well built and shipshape that almost everybody thinks It's New Workers hideaway. un case you don't know, Dan Is cou- sin to Clee Wildman, the mean est man with deer rifle ever seen in the Little York Country. Dan is q peaceful chap and he would rather raise a mess Of good potatoes than to shoot q tcn- point buck. Clee was the widest of the Wildman clan. Clee was T-O-U-G-HD
 Erny Beardsley k fattening up his horse on good grass down near my barn but he hasn't grOOmed the critter this spring. Later In the year, when that animal re- gains his strength, we're going tO stage . rCdeO and match Boards ley against The Lone Ranger. ' We've always said there was sll- yer in that SquaW Rock Country, and now we can prove it. Bill Schielke, head wrangler at The Lone Rangers Ranch, busted his jaw and had trouble getting the bone to knit. One of the nations leading bone specialists was called in and grafted chunk Of silver on as support for Bills grind CTS. Bill maintains headquarters in the Squaw Rock region and he's the best silver jawed stock man in Connecticut.
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 How wild Is South Britain? We'll, a recent arrival In town asked an older citizen about his hired help. Lets see," the ques- tioner asked, Your hired man got shot, awhile ago. didn't he? He's marked sort of, ain't he?" The native shook his head. Nope" he replied, "Twas my hired man that shot the other fellow"
 And speaking of scars, 1t will be wise for smart youngsters to avoid melting Ed Warner to com bat. The last scrap Ed had was with 6 much heavier man, but he won, hands down. MT. Warner Sprained q trigger finger in that battle but it's properly mended now and Eds as tough as ever, If not tougher.
 The phone rang twice, last Sum day. One cali was about the re- organization of the Christian En- deavor, the ether was an invita- ton to watch the Southbury team In the first ball game of the sea- son.
 Fuzzy Bradlow has tucked a couple Of messes of cowslips under his belt, packed his poke, and Is nov scanning time tables. Straw berry -picking-time Is near, and efter strawberries come blue-ber- sDsB. Fuzzy pihJs Dyts efcLAts, btarting at New Paitz, New York, end winding up over in the berry bush above Kingston. Come Fall. we'll expect Bradlow to return to The Purchase with enough cash Q last the winter.