An old marine, like an old soldier, always finds something to gripe about. So Lieut. Colonel James Potter Rathbun promptly found something wrong with Washington, D.C. when he was ordered there for duty at the Marine Corps Institute. His gripe was novel, even for a marine. The fishing was terrible.
A dedicated angler ever since he was a boy in Noank, Conn., Jim Rathbun had taken his tackle to war with him when he joined the Marines in 1941. Between battles, he fished the Pacific from Guadalcanal to the Philippines.
After that, peacetime Washington and nearby Maryland promised to be a fisherman's dream....
To continue reading:
or
Log-In
