TR: Small boy, smallmouth (long)

On Aug 12, 11:13*pm, Dave LaCourse wrote:
On Tue, 12 Aug 2008 12:48:07 -0700 (PDT),

wrote:
Was hoping to see a "Double Reid"

There is a half-Reid and a full-Reid. *A double Reid would require his
lovely wife Brenda to accompany him on a full-Reid, or for two
fishermen, perhaps wading a current buddy-style, to both have a full
immersion. *I've had a double Reid with my granddaughter, many full
Reids, and too many half Reids to count.

LaCourse

Rather odd really, but when I read Mr.Reids stuff, it conjures a
number of things, "bending like a Reid in the wind" also takes on new
meaning.

Somehow I can see him being dragged along an erratic plough track by
an insane machine, frantically clawing at the duct tape holding him
irrevocably bound and steering him to his unknown destiny.

It also reminds me of other things, an oboe solo I once heard, the
works of Sigurd Olson;

"I know my dream, know what I want to do, but it will die and I will
continue doing the thing that is easy, live comfortably and after a
time give up entirely. Then the ghost of what once was me, the bright
flame of the personality that was Sig Olson – adventurer, woodsman,
explorer, author, lecturer, idealist, man of the wilderness – will
stroll through my rooms as a ghost, looking disdainfully at the
comforts I have gained. Then when I am alone and it reproaches me, I
will know the meaning of the words, “He sold his birthright for a mess
of pottage,” for that is exactly what I have done. That is exactly
what I have done. That is exactly what all men do who give up their
dreams. A man who loses his dream is old, one who has it is
perennially young, I see it now as I have always seen it, but now it
is a stark reality".

http://www.herondance.org/The-Works-...9_webpage.aspx

Lots of other things come to mind as well, various mishaps and
catastrophes. Our lives are largely mapped and defined by
such................

TL
MC

http://www.mike1.bplaced.net/Wikka/HomePage

On Aug 12, 11:52*pm, wrote:


I fear however that "buddy wading" with Mr.Reid might merely turn out
to be an adventurous and inventive way of committing suicide.

Don´t think I´ll be lending him my motor mower any time soon
either...................

TL
MC

http://www.mike1.bplaced.net/Wikka/HomePage

Also, I finally remembered what had been scratching at the edges of my
mind of the matter, ( must have been the duct tape?)

A man walks down the street
He says why am I soft in the middle now
Why am I soft in the middle
The rest of my life is so hard
I need a photo-opportunity
I want a shot at redemption
Don't want to end up a cartoon
In a cartoon graveyard
Bonedigger Bonedigger
Dogs in the moonlight
Far away my well-lit door
Mr. Beerbelly Beerbelly
Get these mutts away from me
You know I don't find this stuff amusing anymore
If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al

A man walks down the street
He says why am I short of attention
Got a short little span of attention
And wo my nights are so long
Where's my wife and family
What if I die here
Who'll be my role-model
Now that my role-model is
Gone Gone
He ducked back down the alley
With some roly-poly little bat-faced girl
All along along
There were incidents and accidents
There were hints and allegations

If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al

A man walks down the street
It's a street in a strange world
Maybe it's the Third World
Maybe it's his first time around
He doesn't speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound
The sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatterlings and orphanages
He looks around, around
He sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
He says Amen! and Hallelujah!

If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al

Paul Simon


TL
MC

http://www.mike1.bplaced.net/Wikka/HomePage

wrote:
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It also reminds me of other things, an oboe solo I once heard, the
works of Sigurd Olson;
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Lots of other things come to mind as well, various mishaps and
catastrophes. Our lives are largely mapped and defined by
such................

Sigurd Olson grew up in northern Wisconsin, was an Illini
(MS '32), and lived the rest of his life in Ely, Minnesota
on the edge of the Quetico-Superior. He is the one man most
responsible for the preservation of the Quetico-Superior
area.

That backcountry is an important part of who I am. I go there
every year to paddle a canoe, listen to the wolves, catch a
smallmouth or two and marvel at the stars miles from the nearest
road. Of course, these days my base camp is a nice little condo on
Lake Superior in Grand Marais but let's not ruin a good tale. ;-)

You ever make it to the states, Mike, I'd gladly take you into
Sigurd Olson's singing wilderness.

One of my favorite Sigurd Olson quotes;

"I have discovered in a lifetime of traveling in primitive regions, a
lifetime of seeing people living in the wilderness and using it, that
there is a hard core of wilderness need in everyone, a core that makes
its spiritual values a basic human necessity. There is no hiding
it....Unless we can preserve places where the endless spiritual needs of
man can be fulfilled and nourished, we will destroy our culture and
ourselves."

--
Ken Fortenberry

On Aug 13, 2:09*am, Ken Fortenberry
wrote:

SNIP
--
Ken Fortenberry

I went to his singing wilderness, with him. I have also been to other
people´s. I even have some of my own, though some have disappeared in
reality, and others are beset more and more by people who don´t care
about them, every day.

Most unlikely that I will ever go to America. Thank you for the
invitation anyway. Although I don´t understand you at all, I suppose
you are in fact sincere on many levels, were that not so, others would
not count you a friend.

“It is not our differences that divide us. It is our inability to
recognize, accept, and celebrate those differences.” Audre Lord

One might add that even our similarities often fail miserably to aid
in our understanding of others.

TL
MC