Wednesday, April 25, 2012

I sit and watch (and fish a little)

The storm before the calm before the storm is winding down. As cold, brown water begins to filter into the riverbeds, we find ourselves with some down time (and maybe a little time to fish, yet).

In my reflection, I see a satisfied angler holding his fly rod, because he gets to fish with good friends. Every slosh in the mud or cast rolled symbolizes a well-spent moment.

The fishing's been good all winter and spring, culminating with a good day on Saturday. Many fish, many photo ops, and many high-fives. I'll leave the details between the banks, save for one photo. 
High-five!
Reflecting on fishing can make any life seem luminous. Maybe that's at the heart of why so many anglers are enamored.

All this floods my mind as I watch the rivers rise.

10 comments:

Royal Wulff said...

Liked this piece a lot! Mike

Bigerrfish said...

Great post Josh!... "between the banks"... sounds like a perfect place to leave the details!.. thanks for sharing.

Joshua Bergan said...

Thanks!

e.m.b. said...

You just captured the feelings of all of us enamored ones. Beautifully put.

Joshua Bergan said...

Thank you.

Will Jordan said...

Between the banks of which river?

What a fish! Hope you got into some nice ones yourself!

Joshua Bergan said...

I need to pick up my game if you just assume this couldn't have been a fish I caught. It was at Lee's Ferry.

Anonymous said...

Nice post,makes me want to go carp fishing.

Ivan said...

enjoyed this one very much, Josh.

The picture of that beauty of a brown was gravy. I tend to be slightly obsessed with large brown trout. I would love to not love them as much as I do (I hope that makes sense). But, I have a hard time not loving the peculiar proportions and exceptional features they tend to display. Those "shoulders" and that massive adipose fin are intoxicatingly huge.

Joshua Bergan said...

Thanks again, Ivan. I also love a big adipose.