Hello

Watch me in 2008 fall off rocks, snag and lose lures that are a day's pay, catch the flu and land the occasional fish. I love to fish..always have. When I am near any body of water I cant help myself, I stare at the shallows for cruisers, look at the water color, check the waves for the certain break signaling a hole, fresh or salt it's all good. I by no means claim to be an expert..far from it... but I do have that constant nagging feel any time I am around water. Show me a mud brown waterfall and I think "humm maybe the cat's are hiding in undercuts in the banks" or a stormy beach with blown out waves and strong winds and I wonder how I can capitalize on the situation ... Off I go now in search of the next catch, I will post soon...

Friday, April 23, 2010

As Rollins said - "with a renewed vigor and enthusiasm" too obscure? Doesn't matter / Post punk spoken word not for everyone.

Thanks TL for reminding me to post.
Great big fishes coming soon....................

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

at long last


fun fun fun - finally got me' stripee.
hit like a freight train - funny thing was I was topwater but got a birdsnest that took at least 5 minutes to get out, all the while the slow sink of the trout replica , finally done and cranks a few times (must have been 30' down) POW! made my day!!!

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

I drove out at sundown again! 2 catch these two lovers in photo memory and they as usual they shrieked, spit, mocked and were generally nasty before they reached the end of my useable lens- their ability to hover and dive vs. the redtails here that swirl and dive make them aritocrats and visitiors. - no photo that is worthy...................
Grizzled, eyebrows pointing wrong direction, whites of eyes – yellow! This is the pointless time in the head – happy now, radio yes, phone no....Left with a direction – blooming color and a focused subject---the reason fades – the stop sign aproaches. The mating pair are back in the field..dancing for all of us, it's sunfall and they hunt this time always. Hovered and focused on the meal-- the bleating of wings is felt through the weeds – there is death about, hide, run, the sun is falling and odds narrow. I am honored to be noticed, I have ruined another meal, another bind that ties. The rabbits recoil and rejoice at my presence---The harbinger duo reflect on their predictability – their knotty mess of duo – another field another time, we are us.