The Mad Fishicist

A fly rodding, sheep stalking, moose calling, guitar trying, bird watching, fly tying, Katie loving stay-at-home-dad.

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Saturday, October 21, 2006

"It is time that I wrote my will..."



I choose upstanding men
That climb the streams until
The fountain leap, and at dawn
Drop their cast at the side
Of dripping stone....

-W.B. Yeats, The Tower

I'd fish alone, if that were the point. But every fish here and hundreds more would not exist without a story. And the story wouldn't become epic without a partner.

Like Rich's 27 inch rainbow--the biggest trout I've ever seen on the Russian River.

And Scott's steelhead on the swollen Situk, caught in waist-deep floodwater that's normally shin deep.

And Andrew's prehistoric char that looked like nothing ever caught before or since.

And Freddy's first twenty incher: a brother's pride swelling like the Situk in May.

This page can only give statistics, but sitting around a campfire, or a card table, or a pot of hot coffee with my friends, these fish become legends.

Upstanding men, the story is the point.

9 Comments:

Blogger Unknown said...

You are truly blessed with great "fishing buddies". What a beautiful tribute.

Saturday, October 21, 2006 10:41:00 PM  
Blogger The Mad Fishicist said...

RJ--GO TO BED!! It's like midnight there.

How's packing going?

Saturday, October 21, 2006 10:59:00 PM  
Blogger Matt said...

So, what you're saying is not only I need to get back to AK, but I need to get in front of the camera rather than behind it?

Sunday, October 22, 2006 8:53:00 AM  
Blogger auntibeck said...

Love it--love it--love it! Is there fishin' in March? Baby girl turns two in March and I think we'll just have to come on up!

Sunday, October 22, 2006 10:33:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Very nice. Reminds me that I should go fishing with my friends more often. I've been there alone way too often...

Sunday, October 22, 2006 12:26:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Very well put! One thing to be said for fishing alone though. The sky is the limit as far as fabricating a "fish story" goes.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006 8:37:00 PM  
Blogger The Mad Fishicist said...

mk-yes.

ab-not much fishing in march unless you want to drill a hole through ice.

stew-the best fishing buddies affirm all the embellishments. the lie is the point. thanks for checking in. you still in hillsboro?

Tuesday, October 24, 2006 10:13:00 PM  
Blogger coolskool mom said...

Well Said, good friends are so important.

Thursday, October 26, 2006 7:44:00 AM  
Blogger The Chindo said...

Char - What the heck is that thing? Did it crawl out of the river and slip under your tent? Did it tell you it would grant you wishes if you let it go?


Yep. Without buddies, who could you scare the beans out of with the sharp exclamation... "BEAR!"

Monday, October 30, 2006 5:41:00 AM  

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