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Dave wrote:snip It was great, especially when I pulled out my 5 weight
and caught bluegills and small mouths off the dock while the kids gathered
around to study this strange way to catch fish. (Thanks, Big Dale.)
Dave

Hope some of the kids got to play with the little green fish as well. I have
been listening to the rain this morning as I am tying a several dozen yellow
foam spiders for one of the guys in our flyfishing club to use while
introducing a bunch of boy scouts to the fun of flyfishing in one of his
classes.

Big Dale

Big Dale

Mike Connor wrote:

Wandering, in memory, down river lake and stream,
snip

Nice work. I too worry about the future of angling. Kids
today are such couch potatoes.

I coached an 11 and 12 year old soccer team a few years back
and was astounded at how little soccer the kids actually played.
When I was their age we started a soccer game as soon as the
nuns cut us loose and didn't quit until it was too dark to play.
The kids I coached only played during our organized practices
and the games.

--
Ken Fortenberry

"Mike Connor" wrote in message ...
Wandering, in memory, down river lake and stream,
age changes not the images, nor yet the waking dream,
but old age changes other things, as life wears on the mind,
though still a youth in spirit, the body lags behind.
(and more)

I'm recovering from open-heart and bypass surgery Mike, and although
I've always been an upbeat person. The sudden physical limitations of
my body have had me deeply depressed. It's really difficult when you
know what the problem is, but can't seem to do anything about it. I
live in a remote section of the Selkirk mountains and with a fairly
large acreage to maintain had to come to grips with letting nature
take over. When I start getting down I take the dog for a walk down
to the creek or get on my bike and ride to the lake. Physical
activity seems to be the key. I think the admonition to "get off your
butt" is applicable in this case. Give it a try, and God bless.

Mike Connor wrote:
Wandering, in memory, down river lake and stream,
age changes not the images, nor yet the waking dream,
but old age changes other things, as life wears on the mind,
though still a youth in spirit, the body lags behind.

The thoughts and hopes of yesteryear, have given way at last,
one is forced to realise, that some things are now past,
life goes on of course, but in a different vein,
some things change, some disappear, and some things stay the same.

Roaming, wandering, fishing, once the reason for existence,
no longer drives, is only held by habit, and by sheer persistence.
The fish, once untold prizes, gained by list and artful labour,
now taste blunt and sad, have lost their youthful savour.

Why fish at all? The shops are full of piscene delectation,
Of course without the thrill, the feel, the wild elation.
Many now, will never know the things you knew,
anglers are now many, and the fish are all too few.

Does it really matter? These things will not be missed,
when the fish are gone, then anglers will perforce desist.
Tradition? The hopes and dreams of many generations,
will be no more, why lose oneself in useless lamentations?

Computers, television, these things are all the rage,
with which the children nowadays,their time engage,
And are they wrong? I do not know, I fear I never will,
my soul wandered other ways, it´s longing to fulfill.

Still and all, one wishes to bequeath at least a notion,
an inkling, maybe just a faint idea, of river, lake, and ocean.
Not just wavering electrons in a vacuum glass,
But how? Aye there´s the rub, alas.

TL
MC

aye mike, thank you for gracing roff with another one of your
fine writings.

you know my friend, at times the day is dark and the eve is
bright, you also know what personal magically tied flies will
work at those times. go, get out and fish. your painful loss will
slowly ebb, as a lackadaisacal biscayne tide would, with time.
don't forget the memories, the wonderful moments spent.... think
of them astream, my guess is she she would like that.... and
smile.... and lovingly laugh with you...... again.

your buddy in the high country.... walt