fishing, not for fish, whatever the pursuit the preparation and tactics are so similar - and how do we all rue, "the one that got away", whatever or whomever that might have been - an analogy written
with a Great Lakes influence - I wish you love and peace my dear friend - Jon Michael
Great poem, Ron. The photo and the poem tell a story. Lovely photo of you when you were thirteen. I think the fish was more important to the photographer. He caught the picture of the fish perfectly but cut your head off in doing so. Cheers
Oh the interpretations one could glean from your words.. loved this! And thank you for your comment on 'Innocence and Butterflies'.. the precocious child is my granddaughter..)
Myrna
Wonderful multi-faceted gem, Ron!
My son loves to fish, but we can't go to the lake right now, because of that dratted eee being in the area.
Christine
...biding your time, Ron, "with patience and dream"
the loss of love or opportunity is hard to swallow
especially when the bait was so alluring...and no,
you are not forgotten, ever
john
Reviewed by neerja gandhi (Reader)
Reviewed on September 8, 2012
Good catch and great write... :) best wishes,neerjsr
Still .... we're in the Eastern Sierra's as I write this. We will be fishing June Lake and Silver Lake in the next three days. They say the German Browns are running up to three pounds. The trophys up here have been 18 - 20 pounds in decades past. We are ready to do battle. Enjoyed ...
well Ron fishing is quite a serene pass time i admit
budd
Reviewed by Diana Legun (Reader)
Reviewed on September 8, 2012
Very catchy lyrics, Ron. I like that you said "Try not thinking "fish" while reading." I also like the discrepency between Jane and Jerry's response: Those who enjoy watching grass grow and those who want to light the grass on fire. I'm sorry this photograph omitted your face: I would have liked to see that, too! Enjoyable last-of-summer read, Ron, thank you. ~~ Diana
Too much energy was my downfall for the sport of fishing. I went with my dad a few times, but was bored stiff. I think he only went fishing to get away from mother. No, I was happier somewhere getting into some kind of trouble than sitting on a creek bank . . . breathing.
The joy of fishing, I love to fish and
have not been for years now. But I used
to fish deep sea off of Morro, Bay CA and
had a wonderful time. Usually caught sand
sharks though.
Basically the joy of "fishing" or the act
therein within itself with the prospect of
landing something big is the joy of it all.
Whether you keep it or not :)
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with a Great Lakes influence - I wish you love and peace my dear friend - Jon Michael
Myrna
My son loves to fish, but we can't go to the lake right now, because of that dratted eee being in the area.
Christine
Gone fishin'. . .didn't even bait his hook
Gone fishin' ... instead of jest awishin'.
the loss of love or opportunity is hard to swallow
especially when the bait was so alluring...and no,
you are not forgotten, ever
john
to living a Good Life *Ron*
Very well said!
Lady Vivian
A terrific catch!! Enjoyed your poem. Dad was the best
trout fisherman, with patience and ease he brought them in.
Lady Mary Ann
Ron
fee
budd
Love ya!
Jane
have not been for years now. But I used
to fish deep sea off of Morro, Bay CA and
had a wonderful time. Usually caught sand
sharks though.
Basically the joy of "fishing" or the act
therein within itself with the prospect of
landing something big is the joy of it all.
Whether you keep it or not :)
Love and Light
Lily