A MAINE FISHERMAN
In the spring of 1911 I left my home in Pembroke, Maine, to teach in the neighboring town of Charlotte. Being an enthusiastic fisherman I soon learned where the best fishing was. It was 'about a mile from my boarding place, in a stream between two small lakes called Round Pond and Pemiamaquan Lake. One night after school I went over to the "Outlet," as it is called, with one of my oldest pupils, a boy of fourteen /ears. He had a sixteen-foot bamboo pole and I had one made of a small wild pear tree. Our bait was angle worms. We had not been fishing long before the boy pulled out a silver colored fish about ten inches long. He told me it was a shiner. They were biting pretty well and I guess they liked his bait better than they did mine, for when we knocked off we had sixteen fish of which I had caught four. When we got to my stopping place the boy insisted on dividing them equally, so we took eight shiners each. I had mine fried in corn meal for dinner the next day and believe me they ate nice.
I made frequent trips to the out let after that and never went back without fish. On one occasion I went back with eight pounds of black bass, two weighing two pounds each and one weighing four. In the outlet I have caught bass, pickerel, perch, eels and shiners. It was all new water to me and I had never caught any of the fish named except eels. Can you, brother fishermen, imagine my feelings as I impaled the worm upon my hook, made a cast and listened to the songs of the many different birds while I waited for a bite Red winged, black birds_ bobolinks and many song birds, besides many water fowl. Many a night I had fished until the sun went out of sight behind the hill and I heard the woodcock's voice down on the intervale, and the black duck was quacking softly to her little ones down among the reeds. I felt glad that I was alive then and have never lost the feeling.
That spring I went fishing for suckers in a little brook which flows into the pond. And we got them, too, in a net of chicken wire. I had a great deal of fun out of school that spring. I taught there that fall and am teaching in the same town now, but in a different district. I have had a lot of fun tramping the woods this winter. If this is printed I would like, with the editor's consent, to tell you of some out-door experiences in Steuben, a little town on the coast of Maine.
Deer are quite plentiful here; foxes quite numerous, mink, 'coon and skunk scarce; muskrat, quite plenty. Here's success and long existence to Fur News, from a reader and admirer.
Washington Co., Me.
Lewis L. Carter.
Fur, News. Fur News, January 1916.
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