last post is awesome......
Thank you for sharing.
LenH
last post is awesome......
Thank you for sharing.
LenH
When you arise in the morning, think of what a
precious privilege it is to be alive - to breathe, to think,
to enjoy, to love.
- Marcus Aurelius
Flyfisherjoe: I found it in a book somewhere with Emerson's name beneath it. How about this one; Above the horizon, the sun gives a lurch/ White foam turns to gold, welcome to Church/ My high priest a sand dune, my goddess the moon; my choir the plaintive call of the loon/ I look through the waves, see fish chasing bait; I'm holy right now, tell God he can wait. (A surfcasting coworker shared it with me and hinted it was his, but wouldn't tell me)
Spinner, that poem is framed and hanging above my computer. My son said that it embodied everything about me, and he printed it out on fancy paper and gave it to me...it's one of my most prized possessions.
Very nice!
Far more popular would be one that startsOriginally Posted by CO Native
How about this one:
There once was a man from Nantucket....
Better stop there
"Well, I don't know, but....."
"Trust, but verify" - Russian Proverb, as used by Ronald Reagan
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye
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"I often do not start fishing until the cool of the evening..."
Norman Maclean: A River Runs Through It
And another one...
Echoes (Pink Floyd)
Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant tide
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.
And no-one called us to the land
And no-one knows the wheres or whys
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb towards the light
I never lost a little fish,
yes it's safe to say.
It always was the biggest fish
I caught that got away
The simpler the outfit, the more skill it takes to manage it, and the more pleasure one gets in his achievements.
--- Horace Kephart
I envy not him that eats better meat than I do,
nor him that is richer,
or that wears better clothes that I do.
I envy no body but him, and him only,
that catches more fish than I do.
Izaak Walton
The Compleat Angler
Book 6, Epigram 14: De Piscatione. 1598 By Reverend Thomas Bastard 1566 -1618
"Fishing, if I a fisher may protest,
Of pleasures is the sweetest, of sports the best,
Of exercises the most excellent.
Of recreations the most innocent.
But now the sport is marred, and what, ye, why?
Fishes decrease, and fishers multiply."
After the last outbreak of the Black Plague decimated the population, there was a very rapid increase in the population, hence more people fishing for fewer fish.
Larry ---sagefisher---
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