Some awfully good eating there, cooked over an old campfire. Those are good sized trout. Wonder if they might be German Brown. Can’t really tell. Now you can’t catch enough per day to feed a camping family.
l.e.
I have a basket on my desk that looks just like that one. It belonged to some fisherman in our family. I use it to hold mail.
I’m going to venture a guess that they are Eastern Brook Trout. Excellent eating. Better than Rainbows.
charlott
The basket is called a "fishing kreel), why I don’t know, but this one you can tell has had a lot of use. My Dad used to put either moss or wet leaves in his to put the fish in to keep them nice and moist until he was finished fishing, which in those days it certainly didn’t take long to catch the limit (naturally depending on where one was fishing.)
As a young boy when he first started fishing there was no limit and you could haul fish out quickly and yes, all native stock. Then he said they put a hundred per day limit, and when they put a 50 day limit everyone was somewhat upset. Limits kept coming down from then on.
When he was a young man, he and his brother would be up on the East Fork at day break, after hiking down from the old Cooper Spur Road (no Hwy. 35 in those days,) catch their limi, hike out and be home in time to start their daily orchard work. Them must have been the days………….
charlott
Some awfully good eating there, cooked over an old campfire.
Those are good sized trout. Wonder if they might be German Brown. Can’t really tell. Now you can’t catch enough per day to feed a camping family.
l.e.
I have a basket on my desk that looks just like that one. It belonged to some fisherman in our family. I use it to hold mail.
I’m going to venture a guess that they are Eastern Brook Trout.
Excellent eating. Better than Rainbows.
charlott
The basket is called a "fishing kreel), why I don’t know, but this one you can tell has had a lot of use. My Dad used to put either moss or wet leaves in his to put the fish in to keep them nice and moist until he was finished fishing, which in those days it certainly didn’t take long to catch the limit (naturally depending on where one was fishing.)
As a young boy when he first started fishing there was no limit and you could haul fish out quickly and yes, all native stock. Then he said they put a hundred per day limit, and when they put a 50 day limit everyone was somewhat upset. Limits kept coming down from then on.
When he was a young man, he and his brother would be up on the East Fork at day break, after hiking down from the old Cooper Spur Road (no Hwy. 35 in those days,) catch their limi, hike out and be home in time to start their daily orchard work. Them must have been the days………….