‘Twas the night before an opener,
—-Truthfully I do not own a saltwater flyrod but, three pieces of a tarpon stick have served as fishing equipment since I can remember. July has expired and it will be meat & potatoes fishing for the next month or, at least until the sporting fish get here.
Twine machines and furling tables could wait, sunlight will be retreating for another year and flytying has become the last thing on the to-do-list.
The rooster which is to deliver us a graceful age has become a figurative expression that is digested in silence.
Faith & sand dabs,
The mask of iPod
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Backcountry English
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Skin a buck; run a trotline,
—-Faith is a silly practice and feels misplaced when drawing upon days of trout fishing that were pure as thin air. A shooting star keeps company like tide pools which focus in the morning mist. This shifting dream reminds me of times that didn’t require punctuality or, dayjobs and patches of caribou that were like salt and pepper.
It’s two in the morning and I still have a few hours before the sunrise, another day in the life of astronaut ice cream. The fish have become few and far between which is okay for some but, others suggest fishing is meant to be fast action.
It could be said this life is best when shared with others and a campsite in the cosmos is a blessing of some unknown puzzle to the box of microwavable dinner that may or, not have been eaten.
This is a memory that has been lifted in the morning dew of dawn and cannot be undone more than once…
The last trout,
To straight an arrow
—-Faith is a silly practice and feels misplaced when drawing upon days of trout fishing that were pure as thin air. A shooting star keeps company like tide pools which focus in the morning mist. This shifting dream reminds me of times that didn’t require punctuality or, dayjobs and patches of caribou that were like salt and pepper.
It’s two in the morning and I still have a few hours before the sunrise, another day in the life of astronaut ice cream. The fish have become few and far between which is okay for some but, others suggest fishing is meant to be fast action.
It could be said this life is best when shared with others and a campsite in the cosmos is a blessing of some unknown puzzle to the box of microwavable dinner that may or, not have been eaten.
This is a memory that has been lifted in the morning dew of dawn and cannot be undone more than once…
The last trout,
To straight an arrow
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Bamboo & Buckskin,
Without going to grease
line or, taking to the spirit of competition it would sound as if infinity awaits the meerkat?
All the same in a humble opinion this does appear to be a mind boggling question to someone awaiting an incoming tide at village locale.
Could there be there an unknown sharktooth of logic to the opinion that if you can’t wax it when you’re finished???
Which may or, may not be the purpose to learning of fly fishing but, it has brought some unusual tactics to rod and staff philosophy.
-slightly marooned,
Without going to grease
line or, taking to the spirit of competition it would sound as if infinity awaits the meerkat?All the same in a humble opinion this does appear to be a mind boggling question to someone awaiting an incoming tide at village locale.
Could there be there an unknown sharktooth of logic to the opinion that if you can’t wax it when you’re finished???
Which may or, may not be the purpose to learning of fly fishing but, it has brought some unusual tactics to rod and staff philosophy.
-slightly marooned,
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Infinity comes in small doses, Rusty.
An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure but the cure can be worse than the disease and the doctor who treats himself has a fool for a doctor. Which may or may not be bad since the fool thinks himself wise while the wise man knows himself to be a fool, although which is better is debatable.
At a loss
George
An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure but the cure can be worse than the disease and the doctor who treats himself has a fool for a doctor. Which may or may not be bad since the fool thinks himself wise while the wise man knows himself to be a fool, although which is better is debatable.
At a loss
George
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—-The backcountry apple—-
Luckily I’ve taken up the rush of perch fishing during idle while especially now that “candles” are an unexplained commodity. All the same canoes should be much later in life and when it gets here I’ll hopefully still know how to do that. Among other porch driven activities during these days of spectacle a canvas will have to do without looking like a total waste of energy. Another summer storm is moving through and the ocean has illuminated stretches of bull kelp that are normally out of observation. That which is to just plain deliver us has arrived by no means of heavy lifting plus another day of rations.
Chree, Theers!
Luckily I’ve taken up the rush of perch fishing during idle while especially now that “candles” are an unexplained commodity. All the same canoes should be much later in life and when it gets here I’ll hopefully still know how to do that. Among other porch driven activities during these days of spectacle a canvas will have to do without looking like a total waste of energy. Another summer storm is moving through and the ocean has illuminated stretches of bull kelp that are normally out of observation. That which is to just plain deliver us has arrived by no means of heavy lifting plus another day of rations.
Chree, Theers!
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Fairly easy to believe I haven't done anything at all today aside from experimenting for line in the grass trimmer and some flip flops. It could be a fallacy of sorts to have been asleep in the sunlight and later a mosquito! The kettlebell came with free shipping and there is nothing like the present, it’s made from cast iron nothing that’s fancy. If it all goes well sea life should be returning along with mixed thoughts on sporting a sidewinder outfit as it’s seemingly been of use in a philosophical way.
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Today was the best I have a lifetime supply of “candles,” many clicks from the Hardy along with some afternoon SPF. There must be other expressions for this but, I’ll keep it simple.
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I’ve settled on a flyrod or, more like settled on a reel and selected a rod by overlining/underling based on a given presentation. There maybe still a few questions making it kind of a long shot for an all purpose stick. However because of days that are filled with trout on light equipment it’s valuable knowledge. I know the outfit will balance well meaning a fantastic improvement on angling done and if needed would be the last piece of gear. Besides “candles” were everywhere this morning, like fish in a barrel. The days that are memories seem to help shape a greater outlook even if they’re not perfect.
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