F. F. Fish 1935 Picture yourself bending over a trough picking eggs. The clatter of hoofs suddenly rings from the snow-covered hatchery roof—or if you must be technical—from the driveway. The hatchery door opens and in walks a bewhiskered gentleman wearing a brilliant red suit—it's Santa Claus. He walks slowly over to where you are standing—he speaks— application/pdf 10.1577/1548-8640(1935)28[9:TBOFDS]2.0.CO;2 en Taylor & Francis The Bureau of Fisheries disease service article