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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, itīs 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 thereīs the rub, alas. TL MC |
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That is ineffably sad. The key to a happy, graceful old age, I believe,
is to stay young at heart, to cultivate young friends and to listen to them with respect, attention, and true affection, and never to loose that surprise and excitement for the tug on the line. -- Cut "to the chase" for my email address. |
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That is ineffably sad. The key to a happy, graceful old age, I believe,
is to stay young at heart, to cultivate young friends and to listen to them with respect, attention, and true affection, and never to loose that surprise and excitement for the tug on the line. -- Cut "to the chase" for my email address. |
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"Mike Connor" wrote:
Tale of depression snipped. I'm sorry to hear you're so depressed Mike. How could you have forgotten the enthusiasm of all those students over the years? How could you have forgotten the thrill of catching a trout on a hand tied fly made from found items with a willow branch for a rod? How could you have forgotten seeing the excitement in a child's eye when you help him catch his first fish? How could you have lost the satisfaction of tying a salmon fly by hand? Get off you butt, go out and catch some fish. Then, write us a new poem. I'll wait, Chas Chas remove fly fish to reply http://home.comcast.net/~chas.wade/w...ome.html-.html San Juan Pictures at: http://home.comcast.net/~chasepike/wsb/index.html |
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"Mike Connor" wrote:
Tale of depression snipped. I'm sorry to hear you're so depressed Mike. How could you have forgotten the enthusiasm of all those students over the years? How could you have forgotten the thrill of catching a trout on a hand tied fly made from found items with a willow branch for a rod? How could you have forgotten seeing the excitement in a child's eye when you help him catch his first fish? How could you have lost the satisfaction of tying a salmon fly by hand? Get off you butt, go out and catch some fish. Then, write us a new poem. I'll wait, Chas Chas remove fly fish to reply http://home.comcast.net/~chas.wade/w...ome.html-.html San Juan Pictures at: http://home.comcast.net/~chasepike/wsb/index.html |
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"Mike Connor" wrote:
Tale of depression snipped. I'm sorry to hear you're so depressed Mike. How could you have forgotten the enthusiasm of all those students over the years? How could you have forgotten the thrill of catching a trout on a hand tied fly made from found items with a willow branch for a rod? How could you have forgotten seeing the excitement in a child's eye when you help him catch his first fish? How could you have lost the satisfaction of tying a salmon fly by hand? Get off you butt, go out and catch some fish. Then, write us a new poem. I'll wait, Chas Chas remove fly fish to reply http://home.comcast.net/~chas.wade/w...ome.html-.html San Juan Pictures at: http://home.comcast.net/~chasepike/wsb/index.html |
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"Mike Connor" wrote... snip I enjoyed that, Mike. Coincidently, my son won't be joining me in the canoe this evening (bluegills, ho!) - he's going to buy a new PlayStation instead. :) -- TL, Tim ------------------------ http://css.sbcma.com/timj |
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"Mike Connor" wrote... snip I enjoyed that, Mike. Coincidently, my son won't be joining me in the canoe this evening (bluegills, ho!) - he's going to buy a new PlayStation instead. :) -- TL, Tim ------------------------ http://css.sbcma.com/timj |
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rw writes:
That is ineffably sad. The key to a happy, graceful old age, I believe, is to stay young at heart, to cultivate young friends and to listen to them with respect, attention, and true affection, and never to loose that surprise and excitement for the tug on the line. Well said. I recently spent a week cooking for 47 high school kids at a camp. My body ached at the end of the 10 hour work day, but my mind and spirit felt like I was 16 again. 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 http://hometown.aol.com/davplac/myhomepage/index.html |
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rw writes:
That is ineffably sad. The key to a happy, graceful old age, I believe, is to stay young at heart, to cultivate young friends and to listen to them with respect, attention, and true affection, and never to loose that surprise and excitement for the tug on the line. Well said. I recently spent a week cooking for 47 high school kids at a camp. My body ached at the end of the 10 hour work day, but my mind and spirit felt like I was 16 again. 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 http://hometown.aol.com/davplac/myhomepage/index.html |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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"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. |
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"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. |
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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, itīs 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 thereīs 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 |
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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, itīs 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 thereīs 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 |
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"Chas Wade" wrote in message news:_h1Oc.175595$a24.7687@attbi_s03... "Mike Connor" wrote: Tale of depression snipped. I'm sorry to hear you're so depressed Mike. How could you have forgotten the enthusiasm of all those students over the years? How could you have forgotten the thrill of catching a trout on a hand tied fly made from found items with a willow branch for a rod? How could you have forgotten seeing the excitement in a child's eye when you help him catch his first fish? How could you have lost the satisfaction of tying a salmon fly by hand? Get off you butt, go out and catch some fish. Then, write us a new poem. I'll wait, Chas Chas remove fly fish to reply http://home.comcast.net/~chas.wade/w...ome.html-.html San Juan Pictures at: http://home.comcast.net/~chasepike/wsb/index.html Oh; I am not depressed, at least no more than usual! ? I donīt fish much any more, but I often think about it, fondly,to boot! A little while ago, I met a nice lady, and we get on very well together. I am not unhappy with life in general. I like to write a verse now and again. Srangely enough, I always found it easier here on ROFF, but it would be a mistake to project my mood or circumstances based on my writings here. It does not really matter anyway. TL MC |
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"Chas Wade" wrote in message news:_h1Oc.175595$a24.7687@attbi_s03... "Mike Connor" wrote: Tale of depression snipped. I'm sorry to hear you're so depressed Mike. How could you have forgotten the enthusiasm of all those students over the years? How could you have forgotten the thrill of catching a trout on a hand tied fly made from found items with a willow branch for a rod? How could you have forgotten seeing the excitement in a child's eye when you help him catch his first fish? How could you have lost the satisfaction of tying a salmon fly by hand? Get off you butt, go out and catch some fish. Then, write us a new poem. I'll wait, Chas Chas remove fly fish to reply http://home.comcast.net/~chas.wade/w...ome.html-.html San Juan Pictures at: http://home.comcast.net/~chasepike/wsb/index.html Oh; I am not depressed, at least no more than usual! ? I donīt fish much any more, but I often think about it, fondly,to boot! A little while ago, I met a nice lady, and we get on very well together. I am not unhappy with life in general. I like to write a verse now and again. Srangely enough, I always found it easier here on ROFF, but it would be a mistake to project my mood or circumstances based on my writings here. It does not really matter anyway. TL MC |
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"Mike Connor" wrote:
Oh; I am not depressed, at least no more than usual! ? I donīt fish much any more, but I often think about it, fondly,to boot! A little while ago, I met a nice lady, and we get on very well together. I am not unhappy with life in general. I like to write a verse now and again. Srangely enough, I always found it easier here on ROFF, but it would be a mistake to project my mood or circumstances based on my writings here. It does not really matter anyway. That's good news Mike. I guess your longish silences followed by this piece had me worried. I'm glad I was off the mark. I've always that most things are mind over matter, if you don't mind it doesn't matter. Post some more, Chas remove fly fish to reply http://home.comcast.net/~chas.wade/w...ome.html-.html San Juan Pictures at: http://home.comcast.net/~chasepike/wsb/index.html |
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"Mike Connor" wrote:
Oh; I am not depressed, at least no more than usual! ? I donīt fish much any more, but I often think about it, fondly,to boot! A little while ago, I met a nice lady, and we get on very well together. I am not unhappy with life in general. I like to write a verse now and again. Srangely enough, I always found it easier here on ROFF, but it would be a mistake to project my mood or circumstances based on my writings here. It does not really matter anyway. That's good news Mike. I guess your longish silences followed by this piece had me worried. I'm glad I was off the mark. I've always that most things are mind over matter, if you don't mind it doesn't matter. Post some more, Chas remove fly fish to reply http://home.comcast.net/~chas.wade/w...ome.html-.html San Juan Pictures at: http://home.comcast.net/~chasepike/wsb/index.html |
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