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A fine day on the water
July 14, 2009 - Bill Speer
I admit it - I'm hooked - on fly fishing.
The other day I took a day's vacation and escaped to God's Country with a friend of mine and spent the time in the river trout fishing. The peace you discover on a trout stream is divine, the beauty around you mesmerizing, the friendships are forever and the actual fishing exhilarating. There are not enough adjectives to describe the thrill of a trout striking a fly and the battle that ensues after.
Ours was a day in pursuit of brookies and we both were rewarded for our efforts, although the ones in our creel paled in size to the ones darting between our legs in the river.
Such made no difference, however, as the way I see it, they were a deposit I left with the Good Lord as a down payment for another day in paradise soon.
Life is good on a day like that. No, life is great on a day like that. I'm reminded of Upper Peninsula author John Voelker - writing as Rovert Traver - and some of his outstanding observations on trout fishing.
"I fish because I love to; because I love the environs where trout are found, which are invariably beautiful and I hate the environs where crowds of people are found, which are invariably ugly; because of all the television commercials, cocktail parties, and assorted social posturing I thus escape; because, in a world where most men seem to spend their lives doing things they hate, my fishing is at once an endless source of delight and an act of small rebellion; because trout do not lie or cheat and cannot be bought or bribed or impressed by power, but respond only to quietude and humility and endless patience; because I suspect that men are going along this way for the last time, and I for one don't want to waste the trip; because only in the woods can I find solitude without loneliness; because bourbon out of an old tin cup always tastes better out there; because maybe one day I will catch a mermaid; and, finally, not because I regard fishing as being so terribly important but because I suspect that so many of the other concerns of men are equally unimportant - and not nearly so much fun." (From Anatomy of a Fisherman by Robert Traver)
Yes, that's why I fish!
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