"And about time, too", I thought. Just two days ago Eve had broken the tip of my favorite 9' 5wt. rod, a masterpiece in split cane, while trying to knock some fruit out of a tree. As if there wasn't plenty of low-hanging fruit; but the fruit salad surprise she made for us that evening had been delicious. Then yesterday she grabbed the other tip for a "curtain rod".
"What is a curtain for?", I asked.
"It keeps people from looking in our house."
"But there is no one to look."
"Go fishing, Adam...", she sighed. That I understood. She's a good woman, I suppose, though I don't have any others for comparison. So, I went fishing.
I usually try to catch the evening rise on the Pison, there is a medium size mayfly that is quite dependable for a two hour hatch. My fishing buddy, Jehovah, enjoys the Garden in the cool of the evening. He will sit on the bank for hours, watching His bobber and talking about all manner of things, as I work the slightly faster water with a #16 Sulphur (dry, of course). I realized yesterday that Jehovah is a bait fisherman - funny I never noticed that before. I must talk to Him about that, I'm not sure I want to be seen in the company of a bait fisherman. Hey, there I go! Who would see us?...
Still, I have my principles. Hey, a new word! This naming business is fun - J. was happy when I named the trout, though he seemed a bit put off by "sucker" and "smelt". Maybe I'm imagining that.
I needed some black bear body hair yesterday for a salmon fly I'm working on, but I couldn't find any dead bears. Eve suggested I just kill a bear, but we don't eat bear, so that seemed a big waste. Still...
On the other hand, when I killed a scrawny gamecock with the most magnificent natural blue dun hackles, not a trace of web, and gave it to Eve to cook, she got all upset because it was so tough. No pleasing her sometimes. I wonder if J. may have made a mistake when He made her. I should ask Him about that. It seems He could have managed something with a little more appreciation of the finer things, like fishing. But what if He starts hauling all my ribs out for SHE experiments. I just realized, I'm getting a little apprehensive about J., you know... bait-fishing and all.
The duct tape didn't work on my fly rod tip, but it was dandy for holding together that chair I broke. Eve wanted me to make a whole new chair, but the salmon just started to move up the Euphrates after yesterday's rain, so I got out the duct tape and had that chair patched up in no time.
J. and I were fishing the home pool on the Pison last evening. He had just landed a dandy 20" brown and killed it with a swift tap on the head with the handle of his fishing knife. I felt a sudden revulsion - if He kept killing all the big fish, there would be none left for the rest of us -- I mean, me. He should have released that fish. I realized that it was time that I enlightened Him about the whole bait-fishing business and releasing His catch.
I had no sooner started to explain to Him the basic principles of sportsmanship than the sky clouded over. J. was quite visibly angry about something. He made some confusing remarks about my diet and then told me Eve and I were evicted from the public housing and cut off from the dole. Great! I can't wait until Eve hears this.
Damn, this means I need to get a job... this could seriously affect my fishing time.
© 2007 Reed F. Curry
Comments
Wed, 13.08.2008 06:28
God, I could use one of those for crossing streams, if nothing else! Nice find.
Fri, 01.08.2008 22:47
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Mon, 30.06.2008 11:20
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Thu, 26.06.2008 09:47
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Wed, 25.06.2008 17:23
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