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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Location: Alaska, United States

Sunday, April 08, 2007


He who binds himself to a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sunrise.
-William Blake, Eternity

When the birds came to the feeder, she flapped her arms and shouted, "FLY! FLY! FLY! FLY...!" Real joy is contagious. Soon, every adult in the room was chanting and flapping along with her.

I've wondered if I'll ever be able to say the same thing to her someday.

Today, I know I could not.


Blogger auntibeck said...

You get me everytime TMF--I read, unemotionless, and then boom--you nail it. Beautiful little one...

Monday, April 09, 2007 11:46:00 AM  
Blogger realityjunkie said...

She should be in magazines.

Monday, April 09, 2007 3:23:00 PM  
Blogger auntibeck said...

From Pop-Pop - The Encourager

Pretty sweet Sophia gazing at the birds
Listenig so intently like she wants to hear their words.

Fly away little birdy's
Fly high up in the sky
And come again another day
And sing your lullabys

Monday, April 09, 2007 4:53:00 PM  
Blogger coolskool mom said...

Must you make us cry everytime?

Tuesday, April 10, 2007 9:22:00 AM  
Blogger Belle Etoile said...

Our beautiful little girl - and how she made everyone laugh out loud as she "flapped her wings"! :) She brings me more joy every day.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007 11:35:00 AM  
Blogger Trotsky said...

Man that last line really tugs my heartstrings....
If I'd really known just how much I'd love these kids I might have chosen not to have them at all.
When you live and die by their happiness and success it puts you in a peril that is completely out of your hands. God bless them.
Any fish yet?

Saturday, April 14, 2007 5:43:00 AM  
Blogger The Mad Fishicist said...

I know what you mean Trotsky.

No fish yet. Ice is still thick on lakes and most of the rivers. I will be fishing the Situk River in Yakutat, AK in three weeks though. Very large steelhead should be caught.

Saturday, April 14, 2007 6:57:00 AM  
Blogger Trotsky said...

I will make the pilgrimage west at some point and until then I will depend on these places to tide me over. :o)
Good luck!......It would be fun to catch a wild native Steelie from a river where it is actually supposed to
You have to get yourself a pin. I enjoy flyfishing too but centrepin fishing has a history and tradition as rich and lengthy as the feathers....and there is nothing like fighting a white hot chromer on a single action pin with no drag. Silence...very peaceful....all you hear is the fish and the line moving through the guides....quite a connection.
Look for a used Islander Steelheader and match it up with a 11.5 to 13 fter.Most guys here are running 13-15fters. Islanders are made out that way obviously, so they should be easy to find.
Be careful is EXTREMELY addictive.<><

Saturday, April 14, 2007 10:11:00 AM  
Blogger Olivia said...

Thank you for always being real. That is what makes your words powerful. They don't need line after line after line, you know what you want to say, you take time to do it, and it is like adding the last touch on a beautiful painting, complete and to the point. Blessings to you and your family. May you always see the world the way you do. It is a blessing to hear it.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007 7:49:00 PM  

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