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Paul Moore lives a life that many other people only daydream about
Paul Moore
Last week while inter-
viewing Lucy (Mrs. Guy)
Haines, 830 E. Main St.,
Mount Joy, the Bulletin met
her father, Mr. Paul Moore.
Mr. Moore, who resides
in a small trailer beside his
daughter’s home, was broil-
ing a very juicy T-bone steak
over a small charcoal grill in
the Haine’s backyard.
Moore, almost 75 years
old, is a stocky man with a
ruddy complexion beneath
his long white hair. and the
beard he was sporting when
we met him.
He had just returned from
three months of camping at
the Grand Canyon of Penn-
sylvania in Tioga County.
Triplet calves are born
Triplet calves were born
last week to Cow #47 on the
Elvin K. Brenneman farm
west of Donegal Church on
Donegal Springs Road.
Triplets are rare among
cattle. Still more rare are
healthy triplets and healthy
There was a twinkle in his
eye and an excitement in his
voice as he talked of the
Canyon and about fishing
this past winter off the
Florida Keys.
On our way home from
the Haines we decided to go
back to see Mr. Moore. We
were certain that there was
an interesting story about
him.
When we went to see Mr.
Moore the next day, he had
shaved off his beard. He
said it had begun to itch.
He had let it grow while in
the Pennsylvania Grand
Canyon, because it kept the
flies off. Finally, at the end
of June the flies got too bad
mothers.
The last time Mr. Bren-
neman had triplet calves, he
lost all of them and the
mothering cow too. He said
his father-in-law had never
had triplets in his herd in 30
years of farming.
and Moore came back to
Mount Joy to stay briefly in
his trailer.
We found out that we
weren't the first newspaper
to write about Mr. Moore.
The first to get interested in
him was the New York
Times. Three years ago
Dave Knickerbocker devo-
ted his entire ‘‘Recreation’
column to the subject of
Paul Moore.
He has also been written
up in Pennsylvania Angler.
Every winter as soon as
deer season is over in
Pennsylvania, Moore drives
in his station wagon to
Islamorada, Florida, on the
Keys. There he lives in his
station wagon and fishes,
sometimes late into the
night, off the bridges that
link the keys.
He says he is a ‘‘fish
bum.’’He has caught over.
60 different species of fish
from the bridges - including
Barracuda, Kingfish, Red
Snapper, African Pampano,
Amberjack, etc.
He also does a lot of
shrimping, for bait and
eating.
A few years ago he met a
realtor, Jack Silber, from
Long Island, who has a boat
at the Keys. Silber started
taking Paul out on his boat.
Silber pilots, Paul does the
fishing. Now he could catch
sailfish, dolphins, and King
macherel. Sometimes
Moore and Silber go out to
sea 30 or 40 miles in search
of tuna.
Moore won a tournament
sponsored by the state of
Florida when he caught an
8-foot sailfish.
It was in 1962 that Moore,
a bricklayer, retired from
full-time work at his voca-
tion. He still puts in several
weeks every year, however,
and thrive
Cow #47 is a fairly old
Holstein grade cow.
The sire, called ‘‘Bullie’’
by the Brenneman children,
is a Charolais. Two of the
calves are tan like their
father, and the other is black
like the mother.
at his trade. This spring he
built a’ 100 by 40 foot cow
barn in Tioga County for
friends there.
Moore was born in Kin-
derhook. At age 16 he
married Anna Helwig with
whom he raised eight
daughters and one son.
Anna died in 1958.
‘‘She was the best wife
there was,”’ says Moore.
By retiring at age 62
Moore lost some Social
Security benefits, but He
says it was the smartest
move he ever made.
He always hunted and
fished a lot, but now he gets
his heart’s content of both.
He has hunted and fished in
Canada, Maine, and Texas
as well as Pennsylvania and
Florida.
His stays at his residence
in Mount Joy are short.
Today he is off with Alvin
Greider of Marietta to fish
for trout at Spring Creek.
Unlike a majority -of
people, Paul Moore lives the
life he most wants to live.
The secret of his happi-
ness is advice he received as
a boy from his father:
‘‘Never put it on; you won’t
have to take it off.”’
S. Sargen builds fish smokehouse
Scott Sargen of Locust
Grove lives a good life.
His house, once inhabited
by a French trader with the
Conoy Indians, is on a
ptoperty that borders the
Susquehanna River and the
Conoy Creek.
Scott and his family enjoy
both swimming and fishing
in the creek.
ABOVE
Left to right; the triplets being held by LuAnn,
The mother, No. 47, in back.
LEFT
The proud father, ‘‘Bullie”’
Scott Sargen smoking fish
The fish he catches are
not prepared in any ordinary
way.
Scott with the help of Carl
Lewis, Falmouth, construc-
ted a mechanism to smoke
the fish, made out of an old
refrigerator. The fish are
faid on racks in the
refrigerator, and the door is
closed.
Hickory and sassafras
smoke from a stove below
pours into Sargen’s smoke-
house and seeps out a little
stack.
The fish after a day of this
treatment have an unusually
delicious flavor.
Smoked sea trout tastes
like baked ham, Sargen
says.
on Elvin K. Brenneman’s farm
Roger, and JoAnn Brenneman.