Buzzed Ramble

First, apologies for the topic,

Burnt the **** outta my left thumb and forefinger this afternoon getting
materials ready for my Cub Scouts, got home from our meeting and knew the
only way I could bear to patch up the second degree burns I got from trying
to melt the ends of my 550 chord (caused by rolling the melted ends between
my fingers, something i've done a thousand times) was to have a few drinks
before piercing the blisters, draining the fluids, and patching up the
wounds. Started thinking about Wolfie's Forgotten Treasures posts and how I
have been missing out on a lot of good reading over the last few years due
to my own ignorance of older angling literature. In fact, I finally picked
up a copy of John Gierach's "Trout Bum" about a month ago (I know it's not
that old, but still..., I'm fairly young). Read chapter four, The Bass Pond,
thought about the outstanding bluegill and bass fishing on the lake not two
minutes from my driveway, and had conflicting feelings about where I stand
as a fisherman. I have been guilty of having a continueous love affair with
the Muskegon River and the fish that reside there. Although the vast
majority of the trout in the Muskegon are hatchery rainbows, the
irresistable lure of the beauty of the brookies and browns constantly drives
me to a longing to be on the river at the most opportune time, day or night.
I never stop dreaming of being on "my river", and fishing "my favorite
stretches" of it's waters. There have been days (especially this time of
year) when a person has equal chances of catching a rainbow, a brookie,
brown, laker, sturgeon, smallmouth, or steelhead. Carp and creek chubs are
also anoyingly plentifull. I guess the point I am trying to make is that I
can relate to the sense of raw power that Gierach tried to describe when he
talked about bass fishing on a small pond (or lake). The small mouths on the
lake by my house will hit with such an unexpected fury and disregard, that
it does seem almost "electric" when they strike. Sitting on the still waters
of the lake with nothing but moonlight reflecting off the water, and waiting
for the monster bass strike that you know is about to happen, elicits a
sense of excitement that is almost equal to knowing how, where, and where
the trout in a river will be and want. The 'gills are the same way on this
lake. When I absolutely cannot make a trip to the river to fish for the
trout that I constantly dream of, I know the fish in this lake will
willingly fulfill my angling needs.
I hoped to get out and fish today (Tuesday), but my burnt fingers will
probably have to wait until Friday. While I wait, I will finish "Trout Bum",
dream of "my river", and eagerly await the introduction of Wolfgang's next
installment of Forgotten Treasures.

Thanks and apologies applied where needed,

Jeremy Moe

"J & D Moe" wrote in message
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....While I wait, I will finish "Trout Bum", dream of "my river", and
eagerly await the introduction of Wolfgang's next installment of Forgotten
Treasures.

There are some among us who would suggest you need a hobby or something.


Thanks and apologies applied where needed,

No apologies needed. After all, you just read them......it's not as if you
POSTED the damned things or anything.

Wolfgang
who, after the multitudes of rave reviews garnered by the latest offering,
is thinking about what to do next......hm.....maybe G. Brown Goode's
"American Fishes: A Popular Treatise Upon The Game and Food Fishes of North
America" (revised and enlarged by Theodore Gill).......all 652 pages.

On May 8, 1:36 am, "J & D Moe" wrote:

,picked
up a copy of John Gierach's "Trout Bum" about a month ago (I know it's not
that old, but still..., I'm fairly young).

Trout Bum has been "re-published" as a 20 year anniversary *special
edition*. So much for not being 'that' old.

"Wayne Knight" wrote in message
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On May 8, 1:36 am, "J & D Moe" wrote:

,picked
up a copy of John Gierach's "Trout Bum" about a month ago (I know it's
not
that old, but still..., I'm fairly young).

Trout Bum has been "re-published" as a 20 year anniversary *special
edition*. So much for not being 'that' old.


Compared to some, if not most, of the works posted here by Wolgang and
others over the years, a 20 year old book seems rather "young" to me.

Jeremy Moe

On May 8, 5:18 pm, Wayne Knight wrote:
On May 8, 1:36 am, "J & D Moe" wrote:

,picked
up a copy of John Gierach's "Trout Bum" about a month ago (I know it's not
that old, but still..., I'm fairly young).

Trout Bum has been "re-published" as a 20 year anniversary *special
edition*. So much for not being 'that' old.

20 years is not enough to make a claim for having "stood the test of
time."

Bob

"redietz" wrote in message
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On May 8, 5:18 pm, Wayne Knight wrote:
On May 8, 1:36 am, "J & D Moe" wrote:

,picked
up a copy of John Gierach's "Trout Bum" about a month ago (I know it's
not
that old, but still..., I'm fairly young).

Trout Bum has been "re-published" as a 20 year anniversary *special
edition*. So much for not being 'that' old.

20 years is not enough to make a claim for having "stood the test of
time."

Exactly. I mean, sure, Chaucer is popular NOW......but it's a bit early to
be talking "instant classic."

Gilgamesh, on the other hand.....

Wolfgang
who has stood the test of decades a couple of times.

"J & D Moe" wrote in message
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"Wayne Knight" wrote in message
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On May 8, 1:36 am, "J & D Moe" wrote:

,picked
up a copy of John Gierach's "Trout Bum" about a month ago (I know it's
not
that old, but still..., I'm fairly young).

Trout Bum has been "re-published" as a 20 year anniversary *special
edition*. So much for not being 'that' old.


Compared to some, if not most, of the works posted here by Wolgang and
others over the years, a 20 year old book seems rather "young" to me.

Go easy on Wayne......he hasn't borne this mortal coils as long as some of
us have (and if you're nice to him he can teach you wonderful things about
mishing in Fishigan).

I've thought about this a lot in the past few years. The nature of time
(even assuming that it is something more than yet another tedious example of
reification) is a slippery thing. When I first met Huckleberry Finn as a
mere slip of a lad (me, not hi........um......well, never mind) he occupied
a place in history roughly contemporary with the Romans and the dinosaurs.
Imagine my surprise on doing the arithmetic one day (many years later) and
discovering that Halley's comet had long since completed its latest (at that
time) outward journey after his daddy's death and was well on its way back
on the day that mother Siebeneich's youngest whelp first bayed at the moon!


Wolfgang
y'all don't worry about it......i probably don't know what it means either.