‘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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Re: Backcountry English
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
Re: Backcountry English
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,
Re: Backcountry English
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