I’ve never considered myself a sappy, emotional, or sensitive person. As a matter of fact I’m pretty sure I’ve done my best through a lot of my life to be just the opposite of those things. But alone by myself on a river or stream, I’ll admit that the water, and the fish, do bring out those qualities from somewhere inside me from time to time. That’s most likely the healing factor people talk about water having. Us fly anglers just happened to stumble upon the fact that a brightly colored fly line forming loops above the moving water happens to enhance the healing power somehow. I’m not going to try and analyze it. That’s a rabbit hole for another day. On a warm, sunny day like this, I’m happy to simply accept it for what it is, take it for granted, and enjoy it.
It ended up being a beautiful day. The sun would hide behind clouds and then the clouds would move past and you could almost hear the temperature rise a degree or two before more moved in and you could feel the drop. When the temperatures are hovering right between those two numbers where one means snow and the other means rain, yet neither is happening, I seem to notice the rises and falls of the thermometer with more awareness. Of course it might just be that I’m enjoying feeling the sun on my face only because I’m hoping it doesn’t warm up enough to feel a freezing rain on it instead.
Adirondack Fishing in the 1930s – By Vincent Engels.
JP has this for sale on the site, and between that and the fact that this was a book about fishing the Adirondacks in a bygone era, I just had to read it. It didn’t disappoint. Stories of places familiar to many hikers and fisherman today are told in a time when there was no GPS, only rough roads at best, and no easy way in. Tales from smoke seen rising from hermit camps from fire towers, to trout the size of footballs in places that today you’d be hard pressed to find anything but stocked fish or at most invasive bass. The author seems to have little trouble transporting you right there alongside the action, and not too far into the very first story you’ll be wanting to get your maps out, wishing you were born generations earlier. If you don’t want to run for the Adirondacks after reading this, you better check your pulse, because you might be dead.
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