>A herron stood in the next
> pool, shimmering. Is this a metaphor, he said, because you seem sort of
> elsewhere today, as if you were thinking about something else or something
> sad, which, you know, is what I tried to put into that painting of you
when
> I was a junior, actually, the one Lindsay still has above the stove, for
> some reason, which always pisses me off whenever I see it-- I mean not
> because it's you [his nervous burst of laughter], but because of where it
> is. Well, at least she has the St. Augustine with the city in his chest in
> the living room. No, don't be silly, I said, I'm not thinking about
> anything, really. Let's just fish, and make the best of this morning
> together.
The (double -rr-ed) 'herron' said that?
You must have some loquacious fauna Stateside. Are you sure, btw, it wasn't
Lake Woebegone you were fishing in, it all seems so laid-back and cutesy I
almost demanded an apple pie.
Best
Dave
----- Original Message -----
From: "kent johnson" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Saturday, July 14, 2001 8:45 PM
Subject: sentimental piscatorial
> The fishing was good this morning, though we never made it to the
> Mississippi. The Apple is a lovely tributary; once I almost drowned
> in its green, but that was a long time ago, and I didn't because I guess
> life still needed something there. Anyway, as I told Brooks, who is a
> painter, if you are going to put your life into painting, make sure you
stay
> low, walk slow, and lay the fly right along the velocity changes, around
> rocks, in the seams of runs, or at eddy edges. Sometimes, in the evening,
> the biggest bass hold at the tails of the pools, and that's the time to
> swing a surface bug downstream, slow, mending as you go. But these were
> things I'd told him before, very fatherly, just like in the movie by
Robert
> Redford, the one that made Orvis a Fortune 500 corporation. So we both
moved
> slowly together against the push of the water, knee deep, not talking. The
> sun was just starting to burn-off the fog, and a doe walked across the
> riffle right upstream from us and didn't startle. A herron stood in the
next
> pool, shimmering. Is this a metaphor, he said, because you seem sort of
> elsewhere today, as if you were thinking about something else or something
> sad, which, you know, is what I tried to put into that painting of you
when
> I was a junior, actually, the one Lindsay still has above the stove, for
> some reason, which always pisses me off whenever I see it-- I mean not
> because it's you [his nervous burst of laughter], but because of where it
> is. Well, at least she has the St. Augustine with the city in his chest in
> the living room. No, don't be silly, I said, I'm not thinking about
> anything, really. Let's just fish, and make the best of this morning
> together. And I watched him fish, covered in an actual gold, his back to
the
> sun.
>
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