July Fishing Report, Silver Edition

July 20, 2009

“Are you not afraid that one salmon more will sink your boat?”
-Victor Hugo, The Closet 

Trout fishing has slowed way down.

Thank goodness.  

photo by fullcurl


June Fishing Report

June 22, 2009

“That all the woods may answer, and your eccho ring.”
-Edmund Spenser, Epithalamion

Fishing’s been strong lately.  Strong enough to let me stop and have a look around now and again.  

Be outside.  Sit and watch and listen.  

Be still and and be quiet for a time.  There’s more beneath the surface than fish.

But don’t stop fishing.



Home Again

May 12, 2009


"Bring with you all the Nymphes that you can heare
Both of the rivers and the forrests greene...
The silver scaly trouts doe tend full well..."
-Edmund Spenser, Epithalamion
This dark water--
the trees on trees--
these days of light
and of returning
to natal streams,
to pools of glass and light reflected,
to river's edge,
to hand and back--
this world of living water,
let it flow. 
photo credit

She’s a Star

May 10, 2009


“Thou art thy mother’s glass…”
William Shakespeare, Sonnet 3 

You want to be with them, our daughters;
They want to be you, Belle Etoile.
In their faces shines your face–
Their souls, your soul.
What they want
Is what I want. 

Happy Mother’s Day


Snowshoe Success

April 20, 2009

“But, too, the world is shut out. The paradise is yours. In it are trout and deer and grouse and bear and lazy happy days.”
-Stewart Edward White, The Mountains 

Trail’s still deep with snow.  Lake’s still covered with ice.  Outlet’s still full of trout.  

And no footprints in the snow but ours.  Snow’s too deep.  Water’s too cold.  You’d have to be mad.  But those fish…

It was a long winter.  Or it wasn’t.  Doesn’t matter anymore.  The outlet’s still full of trout.


photos by fullcurl, with respect.


Last Cast

April 15, 2009


Must we, supplanted by ourselves in the course,
Changelings, become as they who know at last
A river’s secret, never having cast 
One guess, or known one doubt, about its source? 
-Henry Charles Beeching, Knowledge after Death 

My neighbor moved off the island today.  He spent last night warming in the day’s last sunshine and freezing in the Thorne’s black water.  I hope if I ever have to leave I’ll have fished as much as he did.  

And that I spend my last night freezing in the Thorne.


l’enfant de l’eau

April 8, 2009

How but in custom and in ceremony
Are innocence and beauty born?
-W. B. Yeats, A Prayer for my Daughter

She has ten fingers, ten toes, and two chins.  And she smiles when she’s at rest.  And she’s loud. And her sisters are beaming.  And her mama’s resting.  And her papa’s in love.  

Tess Elizabeth: God’s promise for a good harvest.  

Sleep tight for now my love.  You’ll be on a river soon.