THE PULLMAN HERALD — APRIL 21, 1922
BULL POUT QUITE AT HOME ♢ Heroes of This Remarkable Fish Yarn Furnish Something New in Piscatorial Stories.
One feels almost like apologizing for telling a fish story that isn't a bit like any other fish story ever told since the days of Jonah, but there is one good excuse for the uniqueness of this fish story. It is gospel truth, says: George Brown, according to the New York Sun. The scene of it is Elizabethtown, a village completely surrounded by Adirondack’s.
The streams and ponds around Elizabethtown have been famous in their day for speckled trout and more recently for pickerel, perch, black bass and bull pout.
Let the humble bull pout [brown bullhead catfish] be the hero of this yarn, the “Sacramento cat,” as he has been named in California, the sluggish browser of weedy ponds, that will live wherever a frog can and bite anything from an angleworm to a piece of a tin dinner pall. And the bull pouts tenacity of life may be credited with a good share of the uniqueness of this unprecedented fish story.
In the days when the thing happened the young fellows of Elizabethtown used to go fishing for bull pout Saturday nights in Lincoln pond or in the “marsh” not far away. And on Saturday night Carl E. Daniel and his cousin, the late Arthur H. Norton, went out and brought home a fine mess after midnight.
Carl was tired and he just dumped his bull pouts with the grass in which he had carried them home into a dishpan. Then it occurred to him to put the dishpan in the kitchen sink and turn on the faucet a little, and he did so before going to bed.
That’s where the story begins. The rest of it happened while Carl was asleep. You see, the grass overflowed with the water from the dishpan and clogged the drain of the sink. And then the sink filled up and overflowed. And then the whole of the ground floor of Carl’s home, “Colonial Cottage,” became a pond. And when Carl got up on Sunday morning and went into the kitchen he found all his mess of bull pouts swimming around over the floor as happy as if they were back in Lincoln pond.
That’s the story, and if you doubt that it happened in just that way you can ask Carl, who is now head of the Elizabethtown Hardware company, Inc.
From— Pullman Herald. (Pullman, W.T. (Wash.]), 21 April 1922. Chronicling America: Historic American Newspapers. Lib. of Congress.