said. âI wouldnât care to practice medicine under such conditions. No thank you. No thanks.
âI like to hunt and I like to fish,â he said. âThatâs why I moved to Twin Falls. Iâd heard so much about Idaho hunting and fishing. Iâve been very disappointed. Iâve given up my practice, sold my home in Twin, and now Iâm looking for a new place to settle down.
âIâve written to Montana, Wyoming, Colorado, New Mexico, Arizona, California, Nevada, Oregon and Washington for their hunting and fishing regulations, and Iâm studying them all,â he said.
âIâve got enough money to travel around for six months, looking for a place to settle down where the hunting and fishing is good. Iâll get twelve hundred dollars back in income tax returns by not working any more this year. Thatâs two hundred a month for not working. I donât understand this country,â he said.
The surgeonâs wife and children were in a trailer nearby. The trailer had come in the night before, pulled by a brand-new Rambler station wagon. He had two children, a boy two-and-a-half years old and the other, an infant born prematurely, but now almost up to normal weight.
The surgeon told me that theyâd come over from camping on Big Lost River where he had caught a fourteen-inch brook trout. He was young looking, though he did not have much hair on his head.
I talked to the surgeon for a little while longer and said good-bye. We were leaving in the afternoon for Lake Josephus, located at the edge of the Idaho Wilderness, and he was leaving for America, often only a place in the mind.
A Note on the Camping Craze that is Currently Sweeping America
As much as anything else, the Coleman lantern is the symbol of the camping craze that is currently sweeping America, with its unholy white light burning in the forests of America.
Last summer, a Mr. Norris was drinking at a bar in San Francisco. It was Sunday night and heâd had six or seven. Turning to the guy on the next stool, he said, âWhat are you up to?â
âJust having a few,â the guy said.
âThatâs what Iâm doing,â Mr. Norris said. âI like it.â
âI know what you mean,â the guy said. âI had to lay off for a couple years. Iâm just starting up again.â
âWhat was wrong?â Mr. Norris said.
âI had a hole in my liver,â the guy said.
âIn your liver?â
âYeah, the doctor said it was big enough to wave a flag in. Itâs better now. I can have a couple once in a while. Iâm not supposed to, but it wonât kill me.â
âWell, Iâm thirty-two years old,â Mr. Norris said. âIâve had three wives and I canât remember the names of my children.â
The guy on the next stool, like a bird on the next island, took a sip from his Scotch and soda. The guy liked the sound of the alcohol in his drink. He put the glass back on the bar.
âThatâs no problem,â he said to Mr. Norris. âThe best thing I know for remembering the names of children from previous marriages, is to go out camping, try a little trout fishing. Trout fishing is one of the best things in the world for remembering childrenâs names.â
âIs that right?â Mr. Norris said.
âYeah,â the guy said.
âThat sounds like an idea,â Mr. Norris said. âIâve got to do something. Sometimes I think one of them is named Carl,
but thatâs impossible. My third-ex hated the name Carl.â
âYou try some camping and that trout fishing,â the guy on the next stool said. âAnd youâll remember the names of your unborn children.â
âCarl! Carl! Your mother wants you!â Mr. Norris yelled as a kind of joke, then he realized that it wasnât very funny. He was getting there.
Heâd have a couple more and then his head would always fall forward
Lisa Mantchev, A.L. Purol