Saturday, February 24, 2007

Day Dreams. . .Great Memories


If I don't manage to get to a river at least once every 12 to 15 months, I feel as if I am cheating myself out of the kind of renewal and pure joy that can fuel my soul for an entire year of hard work in the city.

When I was a college student living in central Arkansas, I spent lots of time wading the Little Red River fishing for Rainbow Trout.

I remember almost always packing my skillet for a meal on the riverbank.

Nothing tastes better than fresh trout cooked up over a camp fire out in the woods after a few hours of "hard work" fishing up and down a section of fast-flowing water. I can still taste those meals!

It was always great being with a buddy or family fishing that special stretch of stream. We had lots of fun and plenty of laughs!

But, I also found it very satisfying being there alone in the beauty. The leaves, the water, the breeze and the challenge of the pesky Rainbows--it all added up to great times that I'll never forget. Fall days on the river were particularly satisfying.

I expect those memories, as much as anything else, continue to drive me toward rivers in other parts of the country.

There's nothing like fly fishing for trout in a swift river.

When you day dream, what fills your mind and heart?








4 comments:

John Greenan said...

You know the Mark Twain quote "Golf is a good walk spoiled" (John Feinstein did a book by the same name). Well, that's pretty much how I feel about fishing. It just gets in the way of floating down the river. For me, I want a river I've never been down before--each bend is something new; maybe a new view, a rapid, an unrunnable waterfall--you just don't know.

Even in this day and age and in our country, most trips down river are a new exploration. Unless you need the food, then to me stopping to fish is only a waste of time. I want to see what's around the next bend--and the one after that as well. How can you waste time when there is more of ahead of you than you'll ever be able to see?

Larry James said...

John, I understand. Thanks for the post! Funny how rivers are something we share in common, even if from a bit different perspective. Years ago I gave up golf for Hebrew grammar. So far I haven't found anything worth my giving up fishing. But then, I haven't been in one of your canoes yet!

Lynn said...

Larry,
Water has always been my favorite way of experiencing God in nature. I have great memories of fishing for rainbow troutt with my family in Idaho rivers. But if I had a dream right now, it would probably be to be sitting on the beach somewhere where the waves are really big. It is there that I am constantly reminded of God's grace and the way it washes over us over and over again. Since I have only experienced the beach on the West Coast (and the gulf which doesn't count :)) I don't know where that perfect place would be, but for now my favorite place to have been is Big Sur California.

jg said...

"What seems to be changing around us is rather the speed of our craft leaving the world"

-- Rumi