198 THE OREGON SPORTSMAN 
OCF ESIEEDN 
By Epcar A. GUEsT. 
A feller isn’t thinkin’ mean, 
Out fishin’; 
His thoughts are mostly good and clean, 
Out fishin’; 
He doesn’t knock his fellow men, 
Or harbor any grudges then; 
A feller’s at his finest, when 
Out fishin’. 
The rich are comrades to the poor, 
Out fishin’; 
All brothers of a common lure, 
Out fishin’; 
The urchin with the pin an’ string 
Can chum with millionaire an’ king; 
Vain pride is a forgotten thing 
Out fishin’. 
A feller gits a chance to dream, 
Out fishin’; 
He learns the beauties of a stream, 
Out fishin’; 
An’ he can wash his soul in air 
That isn’t foul with selfish care, 
An’ relish plain an’ simple fare 
Out fishin’, 
A feller has no time for hate, 
Out fishin’; 
He isn’t eager to be great, 
Out fishin’; 
He isn’t thinkin’ thoughts of pelf, 
Or goods stacked high upon a shelf, 
But he is always just himself, 
Out fishin’. 
A feller’s glad to be a friend, 
Out fishin’; 
A helping hand he'll always lend, 
Out fishin’; ‘ 
The brotherhood of rod an’ line 
An’ sky an’ stream is always fine; 
Men come real close to God’s design, 
Out fishin’. 
A feller isn’t plotting schemes, 
Out fishin’; 
He’s only busy with his dreams, 
Out fishin’; 
His livery is a coat of tan, 
His creed: to do the best he can; 
A feller’s always mostly man, 
Out fishin’. 
—From Michigan Sportsman. 
