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When its owner was turning it over to a boy, directed<br />
to "go catch me some frogs on red flannel," Harrison awoke<br />
in near nausea.<br />
Right then in the darkness he realized that the most<br />
purposeful thing left in the sunset of his life was to dispose<br />
properly of his masterpiece. Long <strong>and</strong> hard he mulled<br />
over the possibilities. He knew many anglers personally<br />
<strong>and</strong> a host of others by reputation or through business,<br />
but he couldn't pick the logical recipient with a sure<br />
"He's the one!"<br />
The long rectangle of the window near the foot of his<br />
bed was just not quite black when the plan came. He<br />
would explain the situation <strong>and</strong> ask advice in a form letter<br />
to all the anglers on his mailing list. It took, at last, this<br />
expression—which after all was Boyd Harrison at his most<br />
natural.<br />
Dear Sir:<br />
Over two-score years ago I built a rod for my son. It<br />
was made from the finest piece of cane that ever came<br />
my way, <strong>and</strong> the design <strong>and</strong> workmanship were the best<br />
I have been capable of producing.<br />
It was God's will that Frank should never use the rod.<br />
As a memorial to him I wish to place it in the most deserving<br />
<strong>and</strong> appropriate h<strong>and</strong>s. I would appreciate any<br />
suggestion you might have to offer.<br />
Good fishing,<br />
Boyd Harrison<br />
Responses came from many quarters. Each earned his<br />
study. They varied widely in nature <strong>and</strong> tone. Many<br />
writers felt the pathos of the request; a few missed it<br />
completely.<br />
Some thought the rod should be a museum piece, <strong>and</strong><br />
others believed it should be offered as a prize of a specified<br />
sort. A number suggested that the rod should be sold, <strong>and</strong><br />
fabulous offers came, as a matter of course.<br />
One day a letter arrived from an old fishing crony. Its<br />
detailed information was startling. Harrison reread it<br />
many times, musing on past days shared by the bright<br />
waters. Apparently he had found his man before it was<br />
too late. He must meet him.<br />
When Frank Hunter turned out of <strong>Pennsylvania</strong>'s Cumberl<strong>and</strong><br />
Valley the eastern sky was less dark than total<br />
night. As his car hummed along that Sunday the day<br />
became as blue as a sapphire. At Roscoe the sun played<br />
on the weather-beaten boards of the covered bridge, some<br />
loose planks casting deep shadows. In the sparkling water<br />
stood some anglers.<br />
"Too many slingers of hardware."<br />
For fleeting moments he had visions of a time before<br />
his birth. The current tugged at the waders of a delicate<br />
little man who faced upstream <strong>and</strong> cast in the air a gooo<br />
deal—Theodore Gordon. Then there was a tall, leafl><br />
t<br />
bearded figure—Hiram Leonard." Wobbly Edward Hewitt<br />
dapper George La Blanche, 10 stocky Roy Steenrod," kee* 1<br />
Emlyn Gill 12 , <strong>and</strong> a host of others passed in review. Th' s<br />
was the Temple, these imagined figures the patron saint*'<br />
A great artist should do justice to this spot."<br />
At Liberty, Frank found the Harrison home. As l> e<br />
crossed the cobblestones to the porch he saw sitting ther e<br />
a gaunt old man. From under a silvery thatch, eyes aS<br />
piercing as an eagle's appraised him.<br />
"I'm Frank Hunter, I've come to pay the respects ot<br />
Adam Beck to Mr. Harrison."<br />
The long frame stirred with difficulty <strong>and</strong> the man wa s<br />
on his feet. As the deeply lined face lighted up, Fralf<br />
grasped the hard, bony h<strong>and</strong>.<br />
"I was never so glad to see anyone in my life! So you 1 ^<br />
Adam's young friend, Boy. And how is Adam these days-<br />
"Mr. Beck is in fine health, sir, fishing every day of *J<br />
season. He's a remarkable man <strong>and</strong> a wonderful angler-<br />
"Yes, a remarkable man <strong>and</strong> a dedicated angler. $ l<br />
down; make yourself comfortable. I suppose you<br />
I sent for you?"<br />
"I'm afraid I don't underst<strong>and</strong>, sir, I came at Mr. Beck s<br />
suggestion, to convey to you his best wishes."<br />
"Well ... I see. Then Adam explained nothing to y" 11 '<br />
You must have unbounded confidence in him to make suci 1<br />
a trip with so little cause."<br />
"The reasons are great, Mr. Harrison. I'm honored t0<br />
meet his friends, you <strong>and</strong> Mr. Leisenring, <strong>and</strong> I wan te<br />
to see the Neversink <strong>and</strong> Beaverkill."<br />
Frank felt as if those sharp eyes were looking right i n '<br />
side him.<br />
The lined old face brightened in wonder. "I can<br />
hardb'<br />
believe what I see. The same sharp violet eyes, the cuw<br />
blondish hair, the husky frame with the chest that w aS<br />
so deep even when he was just a little fellow! An op el1<br />
face, sincerity, unqualified confidence in friends. Yes, ev ef><br />
the same initials <strong>and</strong> the same birth date. . . . You re<br />
exactly as I'd picture my boy—if he were here toda>''<br />
Providence has taken a h<strong>and</strong>."<br />
Frank Hunter's embarrassment ended as the past worf**<br />
turned to the present. "But I'm forgetting my courtesy><br />
Harrison was apologizing, "<strong>and</strong> you're an honored gu eS<br />
indeed." He motioned Frank through the hall <strong>and</strong> into *<br />
lived-in room with mantel bearing a pair of mounts' 1<br />
trophies—noble trout they were—<strong>and</strong> walls hung wi^<br />
yellowed photographs of days along clean waters, fa^ e<br />
prints, but in them the currents still wound their wreath<br />
<strong>and</strong> the faces still smiled.<br />
"Son, there's something you must have." Harrison swun»<br />
open an oak cabinet's finely fitted door <strong>and</strong> with suf<br />
reach brought out a long round tube. r<br />
"I call it Excelsior. It's the rod of my Frank, the best<br />
could ever build—<strong>and</strong> never used. Take it, my boy; en) 0 '<br />
it; use it often, as you both deserve."<br />
"I—I don't know how to thank you," Frank stammere •<br />
"I'll certainly cherish this rod." Then, as the stunn^<br />
feeling passed, he added, gently, "In due time my "^<br />
Sonny will do the same."<br />
PENNSYLVANIA ANGL E*