o O O o o c X THE NYSSA GAIE CITY JOURNAL. NYSSA, OREGON PAGI TWELV« Stan9» Stand trinH th? Stand» ... By STAN THOMPSON was ready and packed, he excit­ FISHING ISN'T ALWAYS edly climbed behind the wheel SO MUCH FUN! Husky yellow flames danced and drove off into visions of pull­ merrily atop grey weathered dead ing in fish galore. At least that tree branches gathered and stack­ is what the book said would hap­ ed neatly in the center of a small pen. ring of rocks Tall pine trees Arriving at darkness, his first hovered quietly in the darkness encounter with the great outdoors overhead and rubber hip boots was trying to read with a flash­ hung beside a leaning limp fish­ light instructions for erecting a ing pole. Worms lay sleeping in tent. The instructions were soon a large coffee can, each wonder­ bits of torn paper scattered about ing if it would be next to tease with choice words still echoing Mr. Trout. Only the wise old owl, from a nearby hill. He then ga­ blinking his big yellow eyes, thered pine boughs for a matt­ knew of the sadness beside the ress, regretfully forgetting to re­ move the pine cones. fire below. A sobbing fisherman sat staring As he lay uncomfortably in forlornly at his empty fry-pan his sleeping bag. tired, hungiy It had been a long day trudging and tried, his only consolation up and down a muddy creek, was that tomorrow he would be clambering over logs and under pulling in fish after fish. His low limbs, slapping at horseflies eyes closed and a smile parted bent on exploring the insides of his lips, until he soon found his his ears and wading out into the sleeping bag was squarely on middle of a good hole to unsnarl top of an ant hill. that blankety-blank hook. Early next morning, so excited He fed nearly a dozen worms he skipped breakfast, the fisher­ to a strong bite, only to find it man loaded his hip tackle box, was a craw-dad having fun. His unpacked his new rod and reel, socks had slid to the toes of his climbed into a new pair of rub­ hip boots, and his reel kept ber boots, grabbed a handful of coming loose from the pole. He wailing worms, and headed for had fumbled and spilled his the nearest hole. His ‘‘How to only box of split-shot while Cast” booklet didn’t mention the changing hooks in mid-stream. tree he was facing, with limbs The green grass he had stuffed just out of reach. into his creel turned out to be The day dragged on, and the stinging nettle. heavy coat he put on in the cold A soft chilly breeze pushed early morning was now like a through the tree tops and accom­ steam bath in the hot afternoon panied the gurgling creek in a sun. And the only thing seeming duet that usually stirs the very to bite were snags. Soon the fisherman came trudg­ souls of outdoorsmen. But to­ ing back to camp, dirty, sweaty night it only rubbed it in. Only yesterday this fisherman and with a tangled reel. Almost was busy bustling about town like a robot he built a fire and gathering camping supplies. This slumped heavily onto a new camp was his first outing, inspired by chair, face in hands and watery a book, ‘‘How to Catch Fish” by eyes. Suddenly he stood straight Ted Trueblood. Grabbing up a shovel from the garage he had up: yelled, "The great outdoors, attacked his flower beds, can in my foot!"; dumped the can of hand. The worms heard him com­ surprised worms on the ground; ing but failed to escape the worm broke his brand new fishing prison—a coffee can. When all pole over his knee into 19 pieces; melted his brand new hip boots into a smoking pool Nyssa Softball Team of rubber in the campfire: and ripped his new sleeping bag Holds Record Even into shreds while kapoc snowed In SR V League Play over the hillside. Climbing into his car he had Nyssa’s entry in the SRV soft- ball league kept its record at an only one thing in mind. When he even .500 by winning one and got home, he was going to write losing one game during the past a letter, beginning with "Dear Mr. Trueblood, as far as I’m concern­ week. Going into the third inning, the ed .. . !” ♦ ♦ Nyssa team was behind 3-4. The local team pushed across six runs JUNIOR LEGION STUMBLES The Nyssa Junior Legion boys to take the lead over Goff’s Ma­ chine of Payette and then held stumbled through a 5-0 loss to on for a 13-11 decision. Monty visiting Ontario last Thursday Burbank pitched the full seven night. The quiet Nyssa bench innings and also contributed three seemed undisturbed as the red- of the 13 scores. Burton Smith, hatted boys chalked up runs. The Chuck Rieb and John Marsh each lack of hustle slowed the game and gave Ontario the edge. had two hits. Team manager Larry Roberts is The Nyssa nine, sponsored by Ray’s Food Fair and B and M finding the team falling apart. Equipment, went to Payette June There doesn't seem to be enough 22 and again came from behind boys Legion age who have base­ to tie the game but only to lose ball in their hearts, or there just in the final inning 5-4 to the On­ isn’t enough glory in the game to make it worthwhile to some. tario Merchants. Whatever the case. Legion ball Trailing 2-4 in the seventh in­ ning, Nyssa rallied for two runs is limping badly and needs a fresh on an error, Clark Jaques' triple shot in the arm. ♦ ♦ and a two out single by Jim Moore to even the count. Ontario, BABE RUTH LOSES however, was not to be stopped Nyssa Babe Ruth players tra­ as they pushed across the win­ veled to Vale Friday and were ning run on three straight hits. slapped in the face with a 12-2 Nyssa could only muster five loss, but not from bad ball. Lots hits in the game with Dave Rieb of action kept the stands stirred and one of the better games of the collecting two singles year was scribbled in the score- book. 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