4 years fishing in the dark. By, Steve

      This October completes a fourth year for this blog. As with all things existential, we have never known what it is, or why we are doing it. A log? report? Journal? It has provided at least the satisfaction of a creative outlet, and even at times a motivation to fish, when there is no reason except to get a picture and a story. From time to time we look back through our old blog posts. Sometimes we honestly don't remember what we were doing this time last year, or the year before so we look back just for an idea of what to do this year or next. Some posts are just pictures, others are elaborate, tedious, meandering, diatribes. I am glad when I do look back sometimes just to realize that above all, or at least in spite of all, we were fishing.

      As always I enjoy drawing ideas into this dubious world of 'sport' fishing from unexpected realms and sources. My favorite filmmaker, Werner Herzog is fond of saying "If you want to quit smoking, quit smoking" I feel that sentiment is enough to answer what this is and why we are doing it. We keep wanting to go fishing, so we go fishing. We keep wanting to write this blog, so here's the proof.
Enjoy this reverse narrative in Haiku form, with the pictures in no particular order.

  

Dry old farts, in cars

Say "You guys look serious!" 

No, we are joking.

Leftover Bloodworms

We throw away to shorebirds

Bucketeers bridge tog.

Radio deserted.

Who would believe we alone

are anywhere near?

Pinch the tail and tongue

Stretch fish to desired length,

Take home for dinner!

Slack tide at daybreak

An appropriate time for

trolling tube and worm.

Straight hooks catch no fish

Anatomical deceit,

opposable thumbs!

Feet freeze first, thaw last

Save-a-lot not just any

Old grocery store.

A fish still swimming

In King Nummy's mind is one

No one else can see.

The End