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"Fish are gastronomical snobs. One moment they will leap at a lure of red, and a few hours later they scorn crimson and want gold. One day they are hungry for pig-fish, and the next day they are starved for shrimp. They won't bite when it is too cold, or when it is too hot, or when the water is too rough, or when it is too smooth. Pop seems to be the only one who knows when they will bite. He says,
"When the wind is in the north
careful fishermen fare not forth.
When the wind is in the east
'Tis good for neither man nor beast.
When the wind is in the south
It blows the bait in the fishes' mouth.
When the wind is in the west
Fishing then is at its best."
More to come . . .