Browning chief., 1945-10-26
LOG OF A MAN IN QUEST
OF BETTER FISHING

1.-Man who has the ambitions of
Mike Lerner but not the time, equip
ment or information, tires Of fairly
good fishing in his own area at In
dian river.
2.-News Of big run Of stripers at
Wahoo beach 300 miles away,
coupled with pictures Of man who
got a 40-pounder there last week,
causes him to decide to pack i'm
mediately and leave home grounds,
where only snapper blues have been
biting.
3.-Start of trip delayed by long
Job of packing cupboard motor,
extra rods, tackle boxes, slickers,
boots, gear of all kinds, utility cloth
ing, etc. Drives 80 miles for first
stop at Kickapoo Inlet. Finds bass
were there last week, but are far
away now. Asks if anything is run
ming and gets answer: "Sman snap
per blues"
4.-Drives so miles to Big Horse
Cove, well known striped bass
grounds. Sees numerous boats in bay.
Rushes eagerly to boathouse and
asks whats doing in stripers?"
Gets answer: "You know how bass
are?" Replies: "No. How are they?"
Is told: "Ain't heard Of one caught
in ten days. Nice run of snapper
blues, though"
5.-Calls it day and spends
night deplorins the luck. Starts early
next morning for Roaring Rip, 60
miles away, on report feller got
20 nice ones, ranging up to IS
pounds, a few days ago. Finds
bridge and beaches crowded with
people getting snapper blues. "Any
bass" 'Not lately. Ought to be
good next month"
6.-Remembers hearing of
striped bass fshermen's paradise at
Killikowowie Point, always good in
October. Drives 100 miles more.
Finds famous guide, Stew Woodson,
half asleep in skiff in small in
let. "How's the stripers?" you're
late. They was here last week. Nice
run of snappers now." Asks Stew II
any reports Of stripers at other
points. "Chet Baker got over half a
hundred big ones four days ago at
Winnepesaukee LEDGE" is reply.
7.-Gets up at daybreak next
morning and drives 80 miles to Win
nepesaukee Ledge. Not surf-cast-
er around anywhere. Boats all at
moorings. "Ain't been striper took
in last three days." says the guide.
"School moved to Mulligans Bay,
guess. Snapper blues runnin' as big
as six inches"
8.-Consults map and finds he is
within $50 miles of Razzeldazzle har-
bor, famed for its stripers. Decides
he might as well try it there.
Reaches there at sunset. No bass in
six weeks. Guides look for 'em
around November this year. (But
snappers are inD.
9.-Reaches home weak, sore and
disguised. Crossing iron bridge over
Indian river, two miles from his own
house, sees Ernie Perry and Ed
Dudek casting for stripers. "Any
luck?" he asks. "Boy, where've you
been?" is reply. "Best run Of
stripers this season here for last five
days."
1O-Throws outboard motor, fish
ing gear, maps, etc., into river and
shoots self.
THE TROLLEY CAR PASSES.
New York City, one of the last
strongholds of the surface car, an
nounces that they will be removed
from the streets by January l. We,
for one, feel little sad, not only to
see the trolley car pass from the
streets of Gotham but from any
other place. 1t was symbol of a
happier, more philosophical and
more comfortable America.
The swifter, more up to date and
less restricted bus has replaced it
all over the land, but to us a bus
is as satisfactory substitute for a
trolley as witch's broom would be
for ride on cloud.
Not that we have been on a troll
ley in years. We don't remember the
last time, but our childhood men,
OIleS VI llle llOllSy llQe dle U1lBIlt
and glamorous. We can recall
trolley cars on the Sylvan avenue
line back home that we loved. And
trolleys on the run from Merwin's
beach, miles through a leafy pas
sage by Woody Crest, Rocky Ledge,
Prospect Beach and West Haven
that still seems like something out
of fairy tale.
We have a particularly soft spot
for the first trolley we ever remem-
ber. Grandma took us for a ride.
1t was winter. And it had a stove
in the center and a conductor with
side whiskers who put in shovel
of coal now and then.
An American congressman urges
that we introduce baseball to the