With a spanking new fishing season shifting from
one foot to the other while waiting for permission from the weatherman
to go full speed ahead, we are plagued with a mild broil (hastle) between
state and federal agencies over a fishing permit for oldsters.
Rather, it is about $7.90 for each senior fishing
license we sell that the feds should be sending our Division of Fish and
Wildlife, but won’t come from behind their view that volunteer licenses
don’t count in apportionment of tax dollars which they collect.
Recently, I have had several reader requests
for information on purchasing the $3 annual, or lifetime $17, fishing license
in order to bring more federal funds to the Indiana DFW.
To explain this thing (I don’t know what else
to call it) would require a book, and this column will not fill the bill.
I think it is so complicated that it may reach all the way back to the
veteran’s free permit after WW II.
Thus, I will point out that officials of the
DFW tell me there is no way to acquire a greater share of federal funding
from those born prior to April 1, 1943.
One could, I am told, voluntarily give the DFW
a gift (the DFW loves the idea). But this will not make federal funding
The big rub with the feds lies in the fact that
they lean heavily on two words in the qualification for federal funds.
The two words are “certification” and “voluntary.” If either word, or both,
is involved in the deal it is a no-no.
Beyond that, my own view of the situation, seems
to suggest, that the Indiana DFW is a bit reluctant to cross the feds in
any way for fear that the latter may cut off all of their funding. Just
a thought, not fact, as I view the proceedings from afar.
Actually, the entire ball of wax is more concerned
with those who fish and belong to the group of citizens known as “baby
boomers.” The real old-timers are being exempted from the whole thing.
If they buy a fishing license, according to the law, it is voluntary thing--the
transaction does not activate the feds cash register bell.
So if you entered this veil of tears before April
1, 1943, your best bet is to enjoy life, fish free and often.
As one of the early advocates of the concept,
the rationale seems to be: “Never awaken a sleeping dog.” You might get
bit. Some day it may be straightened out, but for now let the dog sleep
. . . unless he snores.
SIGNS OF SPRING--Crocuses
are in bloom, daffodils are close, the first spring beauty was spotted
Sunday and some of the birds are paired and house hunting to rear families.
. . lots of maple trees are budding to reveal breath taking beauty if viewed
through macros or magnifying glasses . . . the first bee fly greeted me
today as I walked to the mailbox . . . buzzards are having a field day
cleaning up winter’s kill.
MORE ON MORELS--I
have yet to hear of a first find of morel mushrooms this spring, but that
first spring beauty (wildflower) I spotted in my front-yard jungle Sunday
tells me they are not far in the offing . . . maybe now in the southern
third of the state--say in the hardwood hills country south of State Highway
Incidentally, there is a wild mushroom web page: