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POSSUM KINGDOM FISHING has been ma terially slowed down by very cold temperatures fade pate nmin et hg way n ta had been real alow until Tuesday. Water temperatures partially explain this short-circuit to the stringers of fishermen. Sur pechance oenc tne and sonia n eet and ext to the lake bottom, the water temperature was @ degrees. The abrupt temperature changes seemed to affect crappie the least. By today morn ing, the apeca were beginning to nibble again, along with a smattering of scattered sandies caught searching for minnows. No catfisher men or black bass takers were aboard P-K during the past week. Ducks on P-K? Rogers reported there were lot of ducks on the lake, but few hunters. The woekend forecast for P-K and vicinity calls for fair weather. Lake water is clear, and is down 10 feet from spillway level. Three couples were among the few suc cessful anglers at Possum Kingdom during the past week. Mr. and Mrs. Johnnie Kendrick and family of Brownfield used minnows to take eight crappie while fishing out of Pos sum Hollow Camp over the past weekend, Mr. and Mrs. Basil Webb and Mrs. 0. A. Webb of Lubbock fishing out of Fox Hollow Camp over the weekend caught 7% crapple up to one pound on minnows while fishing in the Fox Hollow barge and nine channel cut to three pounds were taken from atink baited trotlines. BURSON LAKES was another spot which has seen severe weather during the last seven days. Dusty Taylor, lake concessionaire, wrote earlier than week that temperatures there dipped to zero. For the first time, the main part of the lake was almost entirely frozen over. Taylor reported that a great many ducks were frozen to the ice last Sunday, and were unable to work themselves loose from the ice grip until the sun had been up for two hours or more. Quail are still plentiful at the Burson Lakes shooting resort, but Taylor reports the quail are getting pretty wild. Ducks are still on the ranch in gunning numbers. A dozen new fishing boats were received at Burson this week. Improvements of interest to outdoor enthusiasts include a new enclosed fishing pier, new boat docks, new swimming dock with spring board, new breezeway for shade during warm weather, improved camp ER, ten AOR SeARING,tee, cabineted cafe, SEVENTY -FIVE people came together Tuesday night in the Home Economics build ing at Texas Tech, to give an official name to their newly formed organization. Those Present were interested in gems, minerals, fossils, artifacts, stone-cutting, and stone polishing. The official name of this group is now the Lubbock Gem and Mineral Society. It's not, however, a Lubbock organization on anyone in terested in gems and minerals is welcome to become a member. From all appearances, and judging from the fast-growing interest in this new organiza tion, it will soon be time to form another such group. A limit of 100 members will be set. ate wa BARPER WILLIAMS of Dickens was present for the Lubbock Gem and Mineral Society meet ing. He has a lapidary shop in Dickens and has an abounding interest in gems. Answering an inquiry concerning avaible field trip siter for the Society, Williams said Dickens County was virtually closed to such activity. Elaboration on his answer brought out some interesting facts. It seems that several months ago Dickens County was beaeiged by a good ly number of uranium prospectors. Some of them had permission from landowners to pros pect, others did not. Behind them they left a trail of broken fences, gates left open, cause from one pasture getting into a pasture the rancher was saving for another purpose, and much rubble, rubbish, and debris. The result is that ranchers have ‘‘closed the gates” to practically all who would like to be guests on their land. And who can d blame them? IN ANOTHER PART of the country, this time from Utah, comes an observation which seems timely reading. It is related to a similar situation which has happened in Dickens Coun ty. As written by John S. Flannery, the fol lowing before and during World War II, eH, we had a cope of hundred acres in Virginia, a Sent Oh see hai at Walloneton D.C. There were two or three fields where we rakeed for our livestock. Several coveys of te quail used the fields and the woods bordering. Four or five times each season we hunted tes! tonne Culpeper soe ve mie small town of Culpeper some five miles Although we attempted to take only the cock birds with their white cheek markings, in the excitement of a covey rise, frequently females with their buff head coloring were dropped. Still, we left enough brood stock . . generally five to seven birds . . . and there were always coveys the next year. In between hunting seasons the quail helped keep the setters up to anuff. In the winter months, fox hunters used our . It was not uncommon to roll out of bed at dawn, saddle a jumper, and chase off after the hounds as they passed through our property. In this day, there were few property problems: a bird or squirrel hunter wanted to try out land, he came to the house and asked (though there were no posted signs), and I can't recall a time the folks turned anyone down. The horsemen jumped out split rail fences and wooden gates, or let themselves through the wire gate, carefully closing it after the horses were through. The only instance I can remember of a broken gate left unrepaired was the time a colt I was riding took the top panel off of a neighbor's gate, landed bucking, and continued bucking the entire way home. — AFTER A WHILE a change came about. Gasoline rationing was discontinued, and when the leaves began to change color, big city li cence plates were no novelty in the country. A new brand of hunter appeared on the scene. To those of us with property, he was more of a monster than a human. He left fence gates down, shot off the insulators that linked us with town and ite necessities, including med ical care, cut our private roads to ribbons, walked through our grain fields, shot our chickens, and crowded us out of the good hunting we had enjoyed so long. Instead of hunting all day without seeing anyone, you found hunters in every field. On one occasion, while hunting a neigh bor’s farm by invitation, I swung in on the end of a line of out-of-state quail hunters with my 12 gauge shotgun. “Watch out where you point that blun derbuss, kid,” I was told by one of the mon asters. Minutes later, I hit the dirt as a single bobwhite buzzed over my head, followed by a load of eights from that same monster's 16 gauge. Neither the quail nor 1 were touched, I'm happy to report. One of my classmates wasn't so fortunate. He caught a load of foura, while calling tur keynz from a blind. He died instantly. We poated our property, Hunting by Per mission Only. Our friends continued to ask, and received permission. The foreigners paid little attention, except to use the signboards for target practice as they bulled past. New signs went up... No Trepaasing.”* They helped a little, but the stubborn boys had to be led out by the hand. Soon the county and adjoining counties were well dotted with these signs and a new one that read... “No Hunting.” IT WOULD BE NICE TO SAY that the spartsmen organized and went to work recti fying the situation. It didn’t work out that way and it may never. If it doesn’t, there and here as well, my hunting and possibly yours, too, is going to be trimmed down to the marrow. We are literally going to be sitting on the outside of the fence looking in. And, if we are, it's going to be our own danged fault. It's a cinch the landowner isn't damaging his own property, and his neightors aren't going to walk over his crops and shoot out his windows. We city boys are doing the dirty work. In our gas buggy we can be a hundred miles away before the landowner realizes that he now has windows in his favorite milk row, or that his brand new wire fence is in ribbons. We are digging our own hunting graves, unless you and I, and Joe next door, start considering the fellow with the land. If we don’t treat his property with respect, the “No Hunting’ signs will flourish. And, we'd better look for a new sport like who-can-put-the best-shine-on-that-gun-he-never-gets-to-use.
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Lubbock Morning Avalanche
Lubbock, Texas, US
Fri, Jan 09, 1959
Page 40
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