Smeltzer the Musky Angler

AM A RATHER ELDERLY MAN. The nature of my avocations for the last forty years has brought me into more than ordinary contact with what would seem an interesting and somewhat singular set of women and men, of whom little has been written: Those fly fishers who endeavor to catch the fearsome muskellunge using feathers or fur tied to hooks. I have known many of them, professionally and privately, and if I pleased, could relate diverse histories, at which good-natured gentlemen and women might smile and sentimental souls might weep. But I waive for now the biographies of all other musky fly anglers so that I may share a few passages in the life of Smeltzer, a fly fisher