\ •' *<*.&'" ^ r ^ ^ RH I ' 4 V »A. *§ I .if. TfijkOi Enter Mr. Strew ball The scene is peaceful. The stream is clear and sparkling. The forest casts shadows over a clean campground. Enter and leave Mr. Strewball. The scene is peaceful. But the stream is no longer clear and sparkling—the campground is no longer clean. Mr. Strewball has left his trademark—a sample of his handiwork. In the stream are beer cans. Watermelon rinds, egg shells, paper and broken bottles litter the campground. In short, things are a mess. Mr. Strewball is representative of many persons who are users of the out-of- doors. Call them all litterbugs if you like, but recognize that here is a real problem. With Strewballs on the loose we have what you might call outdoor "wreck- reation." Mr. Strewball is careless, thoughtless and inconsiderate. He violates the laws of our state, but he is unafraid. He knows that unless he gets caught he has nothing to fear. Tossing debris out of a car when no one is looking comes easy to the inconsiderate. Small wonder then that Mr. Strewball multiplied by thousands can bring havoc upon the land by littering the landscape, ruining the scenery and forcing landowners to close their lands to all. Small wonder, too, that thousands of dollars of your tax money is spent each year to clean up debris along the state's highways. The U. S. Forest Service also spends many thousands of dollars per year—50 per cent above what's actually necessary—in cleaning up the campgrounds in national forests. Remember that this is all money that could be spent to provide better highways, more game and fish and more campgrounds. One point to ponder is the value of a truly great resource—scenery. Tourists spend millions of dollars each year and one reason is because of scenery. Scenery provides something more for the hunter and fisherman than just meat in the bag or fish in the creel. How can we rid ourselves of Mr. Strewball and his like? We won't, completely, but a couple of things come to mind. Maybe a realization by all citizens that Mr. Strewball is costing them money in the form of taxes and game and fish license money will help. At least the Strewballs won't be popular fellows in the outdoors. And the litterbug laws will be more enforceable. We'll bet that some wider publicity on the conviction of Strewballs would help. Perhaps the answer lies with our youth, with the boys and girls going to school. Perhaps they can be educated to do what it seems impossible to teach their parents. It would be a matter of making outdoor vandalism a moral crime. This, of course, is a part of conservation education—something we need more of in schools. We really wonder, though, if the answer doesn't lie in Mr. Strewball himself. If he really thinks things over, can he afford to act like he does? Charles Hjelte, in Colorado Outdoors PENNSYLVANIA FISH COMMISSION PENNSYLVANIA DIRECTORY EXECUTIVE OFFICE ANGLER WILLIAM VOIGT, JR. Executive Director Published Monthly by the DR. ALBERT S. HAZZARD PENNSYLVANIA FISH COMMISSION Asst. Director COMMONWEALTH OF PENNSYLVANIA H. R. STACKHOUSE Administrative Secretary David L. Lawrence, Governor PAUL J. SAUER Comptroller • DIVISIONS PENNSYLVANIA FISH COMMISSION Aquatic Biology ALBERT R. HINKLE, JR., President Clearfield GORDON TREMBLEY Chief WALLACE DEAN, V. Pres Meadville R. STANLEY SMITH _ Waynesburg Fish Culture JOHN W. GRENOBLE Carlisle JOSEPH M. CRITCHFIELD _ Confluence DEWEY SORENSON Superintendent GERARD J. ADAMS Hawley MAYNARD BOCART, Danville Engineering THOMAS F. O'HARA __ Chief Engineer Real Estate CYRIL G. REGAN Chief AUGUST, 1959 VOL 28, NO. 7 Law Enforcement WILLIAM W. BRITTON Chief Conservation Education-Public Relations C. ROBERT GLOVER Chief J. ALLEN BARRETT, Editor JOHNNY NICKLAS, Photographer • REGIONAL OFFICES Contents Northwest Conneautville 2 A DREAM COMES TRUE-Bill Walsh Phone 3033 S. CARLYLE SHELDON _ Warden Supervisor 6 A RARE OUTING WILLIAM E. DAUGHERTY, Fishery Manager 7 MORE FISHING TOO VIA P. L. 566-Charles Slaton Southwest 9 ANGLER'S QUIZ-Carsten Ahrens R. D. 2 Somerset 10 PENNSYLVANIAN ON OWAA BOARD Phone 6913 MINTER C. JONES _ - Warden Supervisor 11 NEW THINGS IN TACKLE AND GEAR VACANT Fishery Manager 12 DUTCH FORK LAKE MAKES IT SIX-C. Robert Glover Northeast 546 Main Street 16 TAKING TROUT FROM "WASTE" WATER-Ray Ovington Honesdale Phone 1485 19 BOAT SAFETY QUIZ BRYCE M. CARNELI. _ Warden Supervisor 20 NOTES FROM THE STREAMS VACANT Fishery Manager 21 STOCKING PERMIT REQUIRED Southeast Box 145 22 THE ART OF LONESOME FISHING-Robert R. Bowers Hellam Phone York 47-3934 25 CONSERVATION ACROSS THE NATION JOHN S. OGDEN Warden Supervisor ROBERT BIELO Fishery Manager FRONT COVER-"There's got to be one in tbere.'! 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Communications pertaining to Huntingdon manuscripts, material or illustrations should be addressed to the Pennsylvania Fish Commission, Phone Mitchell 3-1321 Harrisburg, Pa. HAROLD CORBIN Warden Supervisor NOTICE: Subscriptions received and processed after the 10th of each month will begin with the CURTIS SIMES Fishery Manager second month following. A Dream Comes True By BILL WALSH One of those "hot" sessions of the Podunk Select who'd been sitting in a far corner with ears open and Liars' and Fishermen's Club was permeating with mouth shut—allowing the vocal vapor to liberate itself smoke the twice-a-month get-together in the back —hulked his six feet plus to the front of the room. room of Slim White's Beverage Parlor. Slim, as chair­ At sixty, the Judge was still a lithe, spring-steel figure man of the farmer relations committee, had just made of a man. Though it was snow-white, he had most of this glum-faced announcement: his hair and it contrasted distinctively with a com­ "Boys, we are losing ourselves four miles of top plexion that seemed as tanned in March as in August. trout water this year because the landowners in the "Boys," he admonished sternly, "your remarks here South Fork Valley are going to post their property tonight sound a lot like you fellers don't like the solid!" American way." While this dire information soaked in, the assem­ There was more shifting of smokes and exchanges blage uttered up a variety of rumblings and grum­ of glances—and the tobacco chawer swallowed his blings, remarks one to the other, an occasional cuss chew in the silence. word, a shifting of cigars, pipes and cigarets from "Slim," the Judge addressed the tavern owner, one side of the mouth to the other—and the lone "you've got a sign in your place that says you reserve tobacco-chewing member spat a contemptuous stream the right to refuse service to anyone not behavin' in of amber across the room, completely missing the proper fashion—or anyone under age. And you don't t have to ask every tramp that comes along in the neighborhood to share your living room. In fact, if you found one there, you'd doubtless kick him out." "Yer durned tootin' I would," bellered Slim. "That's my private property!" "Then don't ever forget," the Judge shook a solemn finger, "That the four miles of creek in the South Fork Valley are also someone's private property. And they look on it with just as much favor and pride of owner­ ship as you regard your living room—or your back­ yard." Mort McClintock scratched his head—getting the Judge's point but not wanting to give in too easy. He piped up: "Yeh, but we don't have a trout stream runnin' through our backyard. One of the big reasons America is different from them other countries is we got free fishing. These farmers is puttin' an end to an American tradition when they post their ground." spittoon. The miss seemed to make the effort more "That's true," said the Judge, "and if we can get satisfying. them to change their minds that is one of the best Old Mort McClintock pushed his glasses up on his arguments we've got. But we can't ignore the fact that forehead, took a firm stand on both feet and fairly the right of private property is also a gretty grand shouted: American tradition." "It's about time we all worked for a law that will The gavel rapped sharply and Chief Liar and Hon­ make all the streams in this state open to the fisher­ orary President Tad Wharton, who'd been remarkably men who buy fishing licenses and pay for the fish. quiet up to now, tried to settle the issue so the meet­ I hereby make a motion—etc., etc., etc." ing could get on to the next order of business—a For the next half-hour or so this issue got itself counter full of apple pie and ice cream and a jugful kicked around, passed around, fumbled around, and of steaming coffee, just delivered from the bake shop dribbled around until a dozen or so voices clamored 'round the corner.