TEN CENTS - Pennsylvania Fish and Boat Commission
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24 PENNSYLVANIA ANGLER FEBRUARY<br />
A PLUG CONVERT<br />
By E. P. UPDEGRAFF<br />
Having been born <strong>and</strong> raised along the<br />
banks of the Loyalsock <strong>and</strong> Susquehanna I<br />
thought I knew all that there was to know<br />
about catching smallmouth black bass—using<br />
solely live bait, but upon moving into Western<br />
<strong>Pennsylvania</strong> I met quite a character,<br />
namely Dave Frampton of Wilkinsburg, Pa.,<br />
who really did know how to catch smallmouth<br />
black bass.<br />
Old Dave, or Gravy Dave, as he is many<br />
times called, used to drive logs on the Upper<br />
Allegheny 'yars' ago <strong>and</strong> now devotes his<br />
entire time to hunting <strong>and</strong> fishing <strong>and</strong> making<br />
buckwheat cakes <strong>and</strong> shanty-fried potatoes<br />
for the boys who are fortunate enough to<br />
enjoy his companionship along the Upper<br />
Allegheny. He knows every inch of that<br />
stream <strong>and</strong> seems personally acquainted with<br />
every bass taken from it.<br />
Many times I viewed with awe the big<br />
ones Old Dave would fetch back. They<br />
always seemed so much bigger than those I<br />
caught on live bait. I'd ask Old Dave where<br />
he caught them—his answer was always "Up<br />
the river". Tried to pump him as to what<br />
he was using for bait. Being very secretive<br />
he'd always answer, "Oh! Different kinds of<br />
bait".<br />
Funny, I'd think. I fish the same river he<br />
does, but never saw such nice bass swimming<br />
around—<strong>and</strong> when I did see a nice sized bass<br />
there wasn't anything I had to offer in live<br />
bait that would be of any interest to the<br />
indifferent fish. This fact made me more<br />
determined than ever to 'get-in' with Old<br />
Dave <strong>and</strong> learn his secrets.<br />
Took me almost two years of trying before<br />
I gained his confidence. Finally did, <strong>and</strong> one<br />
day he said to me, "Come out, Upde, <strong>and</strong><br />
let's go 'up-the-river', we'll take my tent <strong>and</strong><br />
camp out a few days. Sure was thrilled—for<br />
at last I was going to learn Old Dave's<br />
secrets of where <strong>and</strong> how he caught his big<br />
ones.<br />
We camped near Warren. Each day—for a<br />
week—I'd catch a few legal size bass on soft<br />
shells, night crawlers, minnows <strong>and</strong> helgramites—but<br />
Old Dave using plugs for bait<br />
would trail in each night with three or four<br />
whoppers. He often kidded me <strong>and</strong> remarked<br />
that it seemed like a shame to put his bass<br />
on the same stringer with mine.<br />
This kidding continued throughout the following<br />
winter months. It even included my<br />
five <strong>and</strong> ten cent store outfit—which name he<br />
gave my equipment. So upon his advice I<br />
purchased an outfit similar to his, but how<br />
to use it was the next question.<br />
Many times that winter, Old Dave had<br />
me out in his back garden 'aimin' at tin cans<br />
or any other object that might catch his eye.<br />
Numerous back-lashes <strong>and</strong> clumsiness on my<br />
part sure tried the patience of my instructor<br />
who certainly barked out his instructions<br />
with an occasional burst of profanity at my<br />
seeming or real dumbness.<br />
By early summer I thought I was pretty<br />
d • good at throwing a plug <strong>and</strong> was just<br />
'rarin' to go <strong>and</strong> could hardly wait the opening<br />
day of bass season. I'd show Old Dave!<br />
The zero hour approached. Then thoughts<br />
of another week's camping along the Upper<br />
Allegheny. There must have been some doubt<br />
about that high priced casting outfit of mine<br />
—for I took my old reliable Five <strong>and</strong> Ten<br />
cent store outfit along—just in case.<br />
This whole forenoon of the opening day<br />
found me casting just beautifully (thought to<br />
myself). I sure learned my lessons last winter.<br />
Noon arrived, but no bass; they just<br />
didn't seem to be cooperating or doing their<br />
part. Old Dave was 'round the bend', out of<br />
sight, so I picked up a few soft shells—got<br />
out the cheap outfit <strong>and</strong> caught four small<br />
legal sized bass. Was quite proud of these<br />
until that evening Old Dave returned with<br />
three big bass all over fifteen inches.<br />
The entire week passed, always shifting<br />
from plugging to live bait fishing. Just<br />
couldn't get a bass to take those pretty plugs<br />
of mine. Yet Old Dave got his daily share<br />
of big ones.<br />
This kinda burned me up—so driving back<br />
to Pittsburgh I said to Dave, "We'll spend a<br />
couple days every week up-the-river this<br />
summer <strong>and</strong> I'll promise to use nothing but<br />
plugs".<br />
Every week during July <strong>and</strong> August of<br />
that summer we hied up-the-river for a day<br />
or two. I used nothing but plugs—caught no<br />
Art Van Der Water <strong>and</strong> E. P. UpdeBTafT with a<br />
fine catch of Allegheny River smallmouth bass taken<br />
on plug last season.<br />
bass, didn't even get a rise. Got a few thrills<br />
when I hooked into a stone or floating stick<br />
—just kidding myself that it might be a bass<br />
—never was tho. Old Dave was still catching<br />
them, however.<br />
Labor Day had come <strong>and</strong> gone. I was<br />
licked—gave up. Ready to sell my forty<br />
dollar outfit for ten dollars.<br />
Thursday following Labor Day was warm,<br />
calm <strong>and</strong> cloudy. Bumped into Old Dave at<br />
Sols Stores in Wilkinsburg. He said he<br />
thought they'd bite on a day such as this.<br />
I agreed with him <strong>and</strong> within two hours we<br />
were packed <strong>and</strong> off—headed for Johnson's<br />
Eddy—six miles west of Warren, a mere 150<br />
miles from Pittsburgh.<br />
We encountered some beautiful thunder<br />
showers enroute—the good old fashioned<br />
kind, principle part of them—rain. Ten" that<br />
night found us ready to pitch our tent <strong>and</strong><br />
those beautiful thunder showers getting<br />
heavier all the time. Ever pitch a tent in<br />
one at night <strong>and</strong> try to keep dry? Well, then<br />
you can underst<strong>and</strong> what fun we had trying<br />
to keep dry <strong>and</strong> in good humor at the same<br />
time. We did agree on one thing—that we<br />
were either da fools or just plain crazy.<br />
Well, those darn thunder showers continued<br />
all night.<br />
Dawn finally arrived. We arose stretched,<br />
shivered, yawned <strong>and</strong> swore a little at the<br />
sight of a rising <strong>and</strong> murky Allegheny.<br />
To find dry wood was out of the question jk_<br />
so Dave suggested we row up to the riffle* I<br />
which is about a quarter of a mile abov« I<br />
Johnson's Eddy <strong>and</strong> try our luck.<br />
We anchored our boat <strong>and</strong> Dave said S<br />
"Upde, try it right in those riffles. Many \ I<br />
big one I caught there". The water was s°. I<br />
swift that I could hardly maintain my bal* I<br />
ance. Dave watched me make my first cast-^ I<br />
<strong>and</strong> then something happened that I neve' I<br />
had happen before. The biggest bass I evel I<br />
saw came to the surface in that swift current I<br />
<strong>and</strong> savagely smacked my plunker down. Th e I<br />
line was tight immediately. I started hoi' g<br />
lering "Help! Help! Dave, what'll I do?" • |<br />
did, pronto—slipped, rode the riffles caboose W<br />
fashion into deep water <strong>and</strong> all Old Dave did K«<br />
was laugh at my struggles to gain my feet §?><br />
<strong>and</strong> l<strong>and</strong> that bass—which seemed to st<strong>and</strong> B<br />
in mid-air on its tail every time it brok e I<br />
water on its shoreward journey.<br />
Finally l<strong>and</strong>ed myself <strong>and</strong> fish on shore. I<br />
Old Dave did help take it off. It just couldn't I<br />
have gotten away—both upper <strong>and</strong> lowejl<br />
jaws locked shut by the hooks.<br />
We rushed back to camp—Mrs. Johnsort I<br />
greeted us, thought someone was drowning I<br />
heard my call for help, <strong>and</strong> she ran out 4 I<br />
her house to see what happened. Old DaV« |<br />
assured her it was just his buddy who hooked<br />
a big bass, got excited <strong>and</strong> fell in. i 1<br />
This smallmouth bass, my first on plug* A<br />
weighed exactly five pounds 2 ounces <strong>and</strong> ' p<br />
sure felt rewarded for my patience <strong>and</strong> fee'<br />
that anyone that will stick to plug fishinl<br />
will someday l<strong>and</strong> that whopper that wil'<br />
convert him from live bait to artificial bait-<br />
CANNED FISH OF MANY KINDS<br />
ci;<br />
. in<br />
Many table delicacies, little known out' j n<br />
side the regions where they are packed, ar c ^<br />
included among the products of- the Americaf s^<br />
fishing industry, the Bureau of <strong>Fish</strong>eries ha s w]<br />
discovered in a survey which shows tha' ^i<br />
more than 160 species or groups of domestic<br />
fish <strong>and</strong> other seafood are regularly used<br />
for food in the United States. of<br />
Outnumbering the varieties of canned ^<br />
fruits, vegetables, <strong>and</strong> meats, the seafood lis' ru<br />
contains many less familiar items whos* at<br />
more extensive utilization would aid in th* th<br />
conservation of supplies of the more popuW<br />
canned fish products, the experts point out-<br />
The greatest variety of canned fisherie*<br />
specialties is canned in New York City, th c<br />
survey shows. First come eels, both smoke"<br />
<strong>and</strong> pickled in jelly, then canned plain <strong>and</strong><br />
pickled mussels. Bismark herring, rollmop 8,<br />
<strong>and</strong> gaffelbiter are among the various fortf 1 *<br />
of that fish prepared in New York for di*'<br />
tribution to dinner table throughout t#<br />
Nation.<br />
In the country around New Orleans, Creol e<br />
dishes such as crab gumbo, snapping turtl*<br />
soup, <strong>and</strong> shrimp are included among th*<br />
specialties offered, while, on the Pacific coas^<br />
bottled clam juice from Seattle, smoked oy 5 '<br />
ters from the Columbia River territory, aw<br />
canned squid from California, are cited<br />
among the mouth-watering items encountere"<br />
in the survey.<br />
The gr<strong>and</strong> essentials of life are something<br />
to do, something to love, <strong>and</strong> something I<br />
hope for.