Life worth living
"Fair starts today. I'm not much interested and don't often go. Thursday, we make a collection after 12:30. Friday we make a short delivery after 12:30.
Sunday, the 4th, the dogs and I were fishing at the north of Mill Creek. The moss green ripples were a pretty sight. A fall river with its ripening border of vines and trees is a soul-filling picture. I caught hellgrammites but no fish. Some of the hellgrammites I brought home and put in the cellar. This evening I went out on the RR bridge abutment, baited up and had a terrific fight. The fish going up under the snags, I was lucky enough to get him turned and when he came out of the water, it was a fine lady cat. My long cane pole was bent in a half circle. I could not wind with the reel as it dug too heavily over the end guide so I pulled the line with one hand and took up the slack with the other. It weighed only 2 1/2 pounds but catching it this way gives it the heft of a ten pound fish. Even at two and a half it's a pretty fish and makes me feel like life is worth living."
October 6, 1931
D.C. Richard's Journal
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