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Show Wednesday, April 17, 1974 ssHUUM 13 Trout, 13 Fisherman, 13 by David Mueller Trout fishing is one-thir-d trout, one-thir- d and fisherman, The is a special blend of rumor, one-thir-d en misinformation, falsehood, folklore, exaggeration, fable, contradiction and mania, downright deceit. Sorting through all that can be foolish, futile and frustrating, but never boring. Sometimes one small truth surfaces that helps solve the mystery of catching trout. luck be with us it Perhaps will follow. We've made it through most of April. Next is May. And real soon thereafter it's tho going to be trout season know' never it by looking youd out your window' these days. and Hope for an early run-of- f clear water on the Opener and you will be rewarded with another two feet of snow. But telling that its almost trout season would be easy even if you couldn't check the calendar. Just listen to all the fish-tfloating around. Secret spots, secret flies, secret methods thats about the only run-of- f that has started. But come opening day the chatter will be tempered. The ones who go out and come back with something to talk about ... won't. And the ones who go out and come back with a limit of skunk tail... well, their fishing is bound to improve by next April or May. Yes, theres a lot to wade through when it comes to fishing . .. and it aint all water. But the sport whos willing to listen will eventually reap some benefits from his aching ear and his much tested patience (for patience was never more a virtue than when applied to fishing). Just keep buying that more beer and then hope you see him at least once between June and November. You will be lucky if you do. You will be luckier yet if he offers any form of se itself, you're probably not any closer to knowing where those trout were caught than if you threw a dart at a map of Summit County and fished where it stuck. And how many patterns of dry flies are there? And does anyone care to guess how many lakes, streams and beaver ponds are up in the Uintas. Or would you care to speculate on what a little yellow' creeper is. But gross generality is a cakewalk compared to the guy who will look you straight in the eye and give you detailed directions to a place where the trout en scratches, only to find out hours later that youve been wandering circle. And its only coincidence that this section is the only place within miles that you cant sight a peak for a landin a tight half-mil- e mark. But try this. Ignore the smug limit holder for as long as you can. Then hit him with: Dont you think you better get those fish on some ice? They kinda smell." And then, "Why dont we go over to the Alamo and put them in the beer cooler and get out of the sun for a while." The guy wont suspect what you're up to. Get him drinking until he remembers you from last April. Wait until he buys YOU a round and then commit him to an outing with you. He may not lead you to THE spot, but he wont lead you to a bad spot either because his reputation is on the line. Unless you include a jug of alcoholic beverage as part of the deal. Then be prepared to lash the water alone. Futility will most likely be your only companion. Hope that your guide doesnt take off with the car after he finishes his jug and loses interest in fending off the deer flys. X) al old-tim- always rise just to get a diabolical chuckle when you dash out of the saloon without even finishing your beer. This character will even draw you a map. His line will go something like this: You start off between the privys at Teapot Lake, follow the right-han- d ridge through all that fallen timber, and keep on going for forty minutes. If you havent found the lake by then, youve missed it." So there you go, dashing around through the deadfalls, so mad with excitement that soon you're a pulp of bruises and Go-Betwe- Ml f M-.- . ) V'- er recognition from those long droning sessions at the pub in the spring. But you will be extremely fortunate if you happen to catch him with a limit of trout for then is the time to cash in your chips. Just remember: the guy wouldnt have bothered to bring his basket of beauties around if he hadn't been pining for some recognition. Even the crusty ones will give in to some old-fashion- ed hero-worshi- p. But be warned, the harder you bite, the deeper the hook. So, if you appear eye-popping- ly impressed at the mess of trout the angler has got the reply to your inquiry will be something like: Hang around. If I ever find out Im. dying of a terminal illness. Ill call you to my deathbed and tell you where I caught these. If you just twitch an eyebrow and grunt a little when the gloating fisherman dumps a pair of twentv-incher- s in front of you, old-bothe will volunteer specific-typ- e information such as, "I got them over on the Weber on a dry fly. or "I killed em up in the Uintas today on a little yellow creeper. Since the Weber drainage encompasses thousands of miles of trout water, including Beaver Creek, Chalk Creek, East Canyon Creek and the main cour . . .we feel certain these fellows would be putting their hard earned money into Silver King State Sank. Why? Veil wouldnt you if you knew of all the benefits we had to offer our Park City People. Were the only bank in the county that gives you daily interest on your savings. And if that just sounds like "bank talk, youre in for a surprise. But even aside from all the bank benefits, we are actually pretty human, and interested in helping YOU. see why these fellows would have banked with us. . . we care about our people. after all, isnt that what it used to be all about back then? So you Come in and see what we mean! Kim SILVER y 5-STA- BANK TE MONDAY through THURSDAY 9AM to 5PM & FRIDAY 1650 PARK AVENUE, PARK CITY, UTAH P.O. BOX 760 PHONE 649-805- 2 9AM to 6PM 84060 |