Show LET'S GO At last the fisherman is He has turned out all over the state with glad smile and happy heart to lure the speckled beauties from their shady Some thoughtless person has said that fishing is a lazy man's excuse to avoid If any one believes let him fish a brush grown mountain torrent for a few days he'll change his A Joy in There is a joy in angling which no other sport and an exhilaration and expansion that it is good to The fisherman comes very near to the heart of and sees and knows her at her He sees the rosy tints that paint the lofty peaks when day comes romping after the hurrying he sees the tumbling water splash and hears its rushing and thanks God he is He sees the squirrels frisk and listens to the wild songs of the birds and dreams world-old inspired by the story of the He feels the fragrance of the green things growing and bathes in the perfume of a thousand After the early dawn he may startle a forest mother and her fawn from some quiet pool where they have come to and now and then he may catch a glimpse of a fast vanishing bear through the And in the tired out but contented and at he comes to camp the moonlight glinting through the casting magic lights and shadows on the water and through the mountain The Camp Fire The flavor of frying bacon scents the air and the gleam of the camp fire tells him he is In a few minutes the fish are in the supper is and he sits down in a banqueting hall fit for kings to a feast fit for the and how he eats and how good it What yarns he the day's sport is all lined and if feet take the place of inches in the tale it only adds zest to the tale of the battle the day of the fisherman a good He learns many secrets that nature hides from the busy marts of the Let's go and renew our forget care and t look on life as it really is IJ cious God-given hands with Mother Earth the clear blue sky where winds are never at rest J. LLOYD WOODRUFF 1 |