The Mad Fishicist
A fly rodding, sheep stalking, moose calling, guitar trying, bird watching, fly tying, Katie loving stay-at-home-dad.
Monday, July 24, 2006
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Mommy
Sophia watches you like you watch Audrey Hepburn movies. She studies you. She admires you. She follows your lead. Someday (if all my prayers come true), she will be just like you. She'll know how to run a household and put up with daddy. She already loves watermelon and pretty shoes. She'll live her life with grace and peace. She'll work and play and rest hard. She will not compromise. She won't have to, because she's been watching you. And she will be a fine mommy.
I am amazed by Sophia like I am amazed by you: hourly, exponentially, and eternally.
I am amazed by Sophia like I am amazed by you: hourly, exponentially, and eternally.
Monday, July 10, 2006
Magic
"Or whipping its rough surface for a trout..."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Adirondacs
Red cheek and stripe. Hypnotic spots on a streamlined body. Nature's perfect predator and prey. I'm starting to believe that what I love most about these animals is the finding--the magic of making invisible things visible, and letting them disappear again.
Saturday, July 08, 2006
Argumentum Maternus
He made this woman to raise me--a plan impossible to ignore.
Happy birthday to my mother, mentor, foundation, and friend.
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Sunday, July 02, 2006
Satisfaction
"A voice said, 'He was a big one.'" It could have been my brother, or it could have been the fish circling back in the air and bragging about himself behind my back."
-Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It
Fishing has always left me wanting more. One more fish. One more cast. One more hole...
Fishing with my brother has finally left me wanting nothing
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