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if Page 4, News, Wednesday, July 20, 1955 TERRACE BAY SCHREIBER . Time to squeal on the squealers Along with sun tan lotion and barbeques, sum- mer heralds the coming of those who have their brains in their rear tires. There is little that is more relaxing than a ' pleasant drive during the long summer days or cool summer evenings. However, there are a few individuals who take the concept of pleasure driving to the extreme. On any given evening or night, the paralyzing sound of a few who are "burning tubber" as they squeal their tires pierce the air. They seem to screech up and down the plaza as if they were invisible. They drive around resi- dential areas and neighbourhoods as if they are in a race or above the law. Someone must tell them quickly that they are not! It has been miraculous that there have been no reported accidents or injuries resulting from drivers who race dangerously fast throughout our neighbourhoods. With the longer hours of sunlight, children stay outside longer. Many people who won't or can't get outside during the colder months look forward to relaxing evening walks, often along the shoulder of the road. Since these drivers appear to have no sense of responsibility, it must be up to pedestrians and residents to immediately report careless or dan- gerous drivers to the police. Give a description of the car and/or driver and tell the police whether the automobile has been in the neighbourhood before. Whatever you decide to do, call the police. And stay out of the way of these time bombs. The Terrace Bay-Schrelber News Is published every Wednesday by: Laurentian Publishing Subscription rates per year Co. Ltd., Box 579, Terrace Bay, Ontario, POT-2WO. Telephone: (807) 825-3747. Second Class Mailing Permit Number 0867 Single copies 40 cents in town $15.00/yr. two years $25 out of town $21.00/yr. Ss oe. Sateen, mere [21511 | Seen | eee ee ea ae ee es ..Greg Huneault | Member of Ontario Community » General Manager/Advertising...........sscsssssssssscsssees Paul-Marcon Newspapers Association and The @cn A. Administrative Assistant.............:::0:ssc0 ...Gayle Fournier Canadian Community Newspapers Production ASSIStant...........:s:ssssessssseessssseeseseseees Carmen Dinner Association ee N --- BOW AN' Yo 5 ARROWS ~ i aes - FASHION_-- 9a --- FROM NOuWON, ITS SLAP SHOTS "ef AUTOGRAPHED BY ONE OF My CENTS /" -Roussport Fish Derby a great example If fish have emotions they're probably sighing with relief. The 51st Rossport Fish Derby has come and gone, and so have the visitors and tourists. However, each time they go they leave behind a little more for organizers to learn. This derby, which has been featured in fishing publications and other media, has become a cul- tural fixture of northwestern Ontario, thank you very much to the people who live here. There are no major advertising agencies involved. The government is not sponsoring or administrating the event. It is the people who live by the marina, peo- ple who know the lake bottom like the back of their hands. It is the people of this area who reportedly sent United States President Dwight D. Eisenhower a fish in 1953 to announce their derby. President Eisenhower wrote back: "Trout delicious, wishing you a successful day. D.DE." With self-determination and creative will such as that, it is no surprise that the derby is well-known. It is an exemplary event to show others what can be done by those who live and work in the North.Let us tip our hats, glasses and especially our fishing rods to those who did a fine job. The god's do not deduct from thumbnail-sized fishing lures. baby on your rod _ it'll That precise science of fishing romantic, but fishing to me is two _technology-wise -- the fish finder people casting off opposite sides itself. It's about the size of a man's allotted span the hours spent on fishing. Ancient Babylonian proverb. Ah yes, the noble art of angling. Just a fisherman, his gear and a wily trout lurking in a shaded pool around the next river bend. I've always been half in love with the idea of fishing, 'though I've never been much good at it. The trout was always a little too wily for me. So, come to that, were the pickerel, pike, perch and bass -- be they largemouth, small mouth, silver or rock. I may be a fishing failure but I love the peacefulness - of the sport. And the mystery of it. Every couple of years I dust off my old tackle box, dab a little Three-In-One on my spincasting reel and try my luck again. But after what I saw at an outdoor show last week, something tells me I may have drowned my- last worm. It was one of those What's-New-On-The- Water exhibitions -- everything . from bus-length motor launches to NOrmally I would enjoy a show automatically drop your trolling like that, but this one bummed me out. I came out'of it thinking that if I was a fish I would turn in my fins right now. The age-old contest between angler and angler has been tilted on its head. ° Thanks to modern technology, the fish hasn't got a prayer. Remember when fishing was a barefoot kid with a bamboo pole and a tin can full. of worms?Let me introduce you to the Ryobi America Batecaster. If you've got $125 you can strap this reel onto your fishing rod and check the digital readouts every time you make a cast. The Ryobi America Baitcaster is computerized to keep track of the line going our and makes adjustments to make sure you don't get backlashes and snarls. For a few more bucks you can pick up a Daiwa of casting and reeling in. But heck, why not lure automatically until it finds shoot the works and buy yourself lure to any pre-set depth. Not only that, it's raise or lower the Arthur Black fish. . Speaking of finding fish..... of a rowboat in the pre-dawn mist of a northern lake with only the plop of the lures and perhaps the eerie ululations of a loon by way of noise. What fishing is not , isa 30-foot, hundred-plus horsepowered, fibreglass-hulled floating battle station that approaches fishing as a Search and Destroy mission. The new fishing boats have to be seen to be believed. The come with depth finders to locate and pinpoint those lake or river - bottom holes that fish might be hiding in. They carry temperature gauges that can track down underground springs where fish might gather on a muggy afternoon. They boast PH meters which a fisherman can drop over the side to measure the water acidity at various depths. (Fish like to feed in certain concentrations of acidity, you sec). Then of course there's: the piece. de--resistance. .angling tackle box and it works just like submarine sonar. It sends sound waves down into the water. When they hit something solid -- like, say a school of trophy size trout -- the waves bounce back to the boat, are recorded and printed out on a graph. Hey, presto, Joe Angler knows exactly where to put his baited hook. The new gear takes the guess work out of fishing, but it creates one tiny problem. We're running out of fish. We've loaded the odds in favour of the angler so much it's now possible to fish out a river or a small lake in a single season. Says one avid angler, "In three or four years, there may be no fish." No problem for the modern- day, hi-tech "sports" fishermen though -- they'll just switch to another sport. Like, maybe, shooting duck in a barrel.