The End of the Rainbows 



George W. Long, of Louisville, Kentucky, phi- 

 losopher, essayist, and fisherman, has sent me this 

 most charming little tale. Merely as a bit of writing 

 it is great, but as a bit of philosophy it is even 

 greater. I consider it a real achievement to have 

 lured this great Kentuckian to contribute to the 

 series. 



We all know that Dr. Henshall, Bill Dilg, Bob Davis, 

 and, as Hank the Guide would say, " et cetera and so- 

 forth," are afflicted with a most malignant and in- 

 curable attack of Bassitis. My friends say that I 

 have been bitten by a rainbow trout " bug " of a 

 virulent species and am an incurable "nut " on rain- 

 bow trout fishing. But I like to catch the gamy bronze- 

 backs ; it's the greatest sport in the world when and 

 where rainbows can't be found. 



Now, anglers for game fish all stress the thrill of 

 the strike and the playing of the fish. These, they 

 will tell you, are the things that make fishing worth 

 while. In order to impress an important lesson on the 

 beginner and to instill in him a proper spirit of sports- 

 manship and due consideration for that fair chance 

 which all true sportsmen are disposed to offer a gamy 



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