It’s been very grey,
these past couple of days.
I have been reading,
a beautiful book.
A River Runs Through It,
By Norman Maclean,
it’s about two brothers,
and,
their love of fly fishing,
but,
it’s about so much more,
family,
saving people,
can we?
should we?
the kind of book,
you need to,
sit a spell with,
digest,
give your mind time,
to wrap around,
the content,
the meaning,
I’ll write about it,
once I’ve done that.
One thing I can say,
is,
it’s gotten me,
longing to go,
fishing:-)
I’ve never been,
fly fishing,
I’ve always,
wanted to,
I can see myself on the shore,
of an Alaskan river,
or a Scottish loch,
casting away,
waiting for that elusive,
Salmon.
I think it would be,
good for me,
stress relief,
patience builder,
some people,
build bird houses,
some people,
do crossword puzzles,
some people,
do volunteer work,
to recharge their batteries,
and get away from,
the noise,
ambient,
or,
in their head,
I think,
I might like to fish,
maybe not,
Scotland or Alaska,
right away,
but,
the St-Lawrence river,
is a couple of city blocks,
away,
might be a good place,
to start.
Looks nice huh?
Later girls,
BB
Hello BB, sorry I’ve not been around lately – been all over the place with work. This sounds like an interesting book… personally I’m not a fan of fishing, but then growing up with parents who are fishers (lobster and etc) may have been part of it. Also, the places you listed to try it sound COLD! heh.
Hey Amy:-) Good for you globetrotting!! This book is wonderful, really wonderful. I haven`t been fishing in years,but, I think I`m going to take it up again. You really don`t like the cold do you
How could you guess? lol
I know you’re a sun worshipper:-)
Fly fishing has always seemed, to me, such a graceful activity.
It is like ballet for those of us who only know square dancing.
I’ve only ever fished from the shore. I set my lure. I cast and hope it doesn’t tangle. I wait for a nibble, or better yet, a bite.
If I feel it, I pull a little, quick and hard, you know, enough to catch and hold, then pull gently, and softly, so soft as to make
it seem like a swim in the right direction. Sometimes it takes a while, the swim. Sometimes the line goes slack, as if I’ve lost.
Sometimes it pulls hard and taut, fraught and full of tension. I pull back, just as hard. The pulling makes me breathless.
When you reel in, you don’t really know what’s on the other end, no matter how hard the pull or boistrous the fight.
It’s always a surprise, in the end.
Maybe fly fishing feels the same way, in the end. I think you should try it.
I do like the idea of it, the water, the quiet, the smells- the mental and physical effort- reading the river, the wind, thinking like a fish:-)
Bonus, the attire is cool and lets face it…very butch. Fly fishing may just be the most ‘bookish’ of butch sports, ballet can be butch right?WINK.
Thanks, I’ve missed your comments:-)
Seriously??? I guess I will be fly fishing for something else, someday…I was sure fly fishing in Scotland was for Salmon, live and learn:-)