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"Yeah. But hell, you have to give these people some consideration. They've fished this river all their lives. Most of us who have pools make some kind of allowance. I had one local tell me the other day, the greatest thing I ever heard. He said, 'All I live for now is this river. To be able to come here and fish.' I have sympathy for that kind of feeling."
"Do you have sympathy for burning out your camp when you're not here?" The man in the baggy shirt said it had happened twice to friends of his, and they'd sold out.
"They think we're infringing on their birthright, their right to take as many fish as they please," said Leo. One of the circle noted that a story in a local paper had quoted a confessed poacher as being critical of the duplicity of visiting "sportsmen." He had singled out Williams himself for complaining about getting "only 58" salmon one year when the year before he'd had "over 100 at the same time."
"Yeah, I saw that," said Ted, "and it's about what you'd expect from a newspaper. What I catch and what I release are two different things."
"For every 10 you catch, how many do you keep?" the old man asked.
"Less than two," Ted said. The others whistled.
We got back to Camp before dark. After lunch, Ted had caught and released a 10-pound hen, closing out his allowable fishing for the day. I'd slipped on a rock working downstream and swamped my waders, but in my misery I'd chanced on a grilse and landed it, and that warmed me some. Otherwise, the activity at Grey Rapids had been dispiriting, and when the clouds thickened and the cold came on again, we'd left the Frenchman to fish alone with his dogged friend.
Two men were waiting in the driveway when we rolled in, an old man with hair white as tissue and a middle-aged man with a big twitching smile that made you think bugs were loose under his skin. They identified themselves as devout Red Sox fans, a father-and-son team. The smiling man had a book for Ted to autograph.
Ted invited them to sit on the porch, and the white-haired man watched tentatively as the smiling man gushed over his hero.
"You could still play," the smiling man said.