ChaseChrome
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Some of us are “pig-headed.â€
If there is anything that defines sites such as O.F.F. with its diversity of interests, techniques, personality, and age is that we are conscripted by a specific drive—that is, the recrudescence of man’s primitive, predatory instincts.
Some of us are young, impetuous, needing “first water,â€scuttling from pool to pool or river to river like an unappeased Magpie. Others doggedly working the same run, tirelessly and with purpose excavating each square inch of the lie. We know there are fish there, at times, rarely wanting to give up their fighting spirit to just anyone, and rejecting even the most well presented offerings. One angler (NS)—whose Georgian Bay tribs are his homewater—mentors a younger one, reins him in a little, to keep him from prematurely leaving a fecund potion of the river they had been working, “patience Grasshopper†he says. On another day I meet up with a member here (the tectonic D), excitable and jacked up; thrilled to be on the hunt. Sage-like he says “I could chase these fish for twenty years before knowing what I need to know!†I smiled and proffered, “and you still wouldn’t know it all…â€
Perhaps it is the case that one “should have been here yesterday,†but we are pig-headed some of us. We don’t get skunked—ever. We hate to lose or be outsmarted by our prey so we dive into our kit (actual OR temporal) considering what might dupe nature herself. So what is it then, that is more natural than the natural? How does it come about, that with all the entomon (insects) and other natural forage drifting by, a fish takes your offering—in particular, a fly tied by your own hand? You have taken the Palm of victory from the very hand of nature herself, like Xeuxis outsmarting the birds with his painting of grapes.
Some of us are pig-headed and refuse to give up too easily (wisdom, experience, intuition—who can say?) We KNOW this section of water is holding fish (you alone noticed the tell-tale, smooth “V†wake of pods of fish moving through), you persevere and your diligence pays off finally. A couple of hens seduced by your offering in water that otherwise have thwarted other anglers that day. You’re gratified because it’s a tough river to fish (steep banks, much cover, few places to land a fish) and tough to get a respectable photo. Did get one though, one of my typical “portraits.â€
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If there is anything that defines sites such as O.F.F. with its diversity of interests, techniques, personality, and age is that we are conscripted by a specific drive—that is, the recrudescence of man’s primitive, predatory instincts.
Some of us are young, impetuous, needing “first water,â€scuttling from pool to pool or river to river like an unappeased Magpie. Others doggedly working the same run, tirelessly and with purpose excavating each square inch of the lie. We know there are fish there, at times, rarely wanting to give up their fighting spirit to just anyone, and rejecting even the most well presented offerings. One angler (NS)—whose Georgian Bay tribs are his homewater—mentors a younger one, reins him in a little, to keep him from prematurely leaving a fecund potion of the river they had been working, “patience Grasshopper†he says. On another day I meet up with a member here (the tectonic D), excitable and jacked up; thrilled to be on the hunt. Sage-like he says “I could chase these fish for twenty years before knowing what I need to know!†I smiled and proffered, “and you still wouldn’t know it all…â€
Perhaps it is the case that one “should have been here yesterday,†but we are pig-headed some of us. We don’t get skunked—ever. We hate to lose or be outsmarted by our prey so we dive into our kit (actual OR temporal) considering what might dupe nature herself. So what is it then, that is more natural than the natural? How does it come about, that with all the entomon (insects) and other natural forage drifting by, a fish takes your offering—in particular, a fly tied by your own hand? You have taken the Palm of victory from the very hand of nature herself, like Xeuxis outsmarting the birds with his painting of grapes.
Some of us are pig-headed and refuse to give up too easily (wisdom, experience, intuition—who can say?) We KNOW this section of water is holding fish (you alone noticed the tell-tale, smooth “V†wake of pods of fish moving through), you persevere and your diligence pays off finally. A couple of hens seduced by your offering in water that otherwise have thwarted other anglers that day. You’re gratified because it’s a tough river to fish (steep banks, much cover, few places to land a fish) and tough to get a respectable photo. Did get one though, one of my typical “portraits.â€
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