February 01, 2018
I have fished with many people during my 56 years of trout angling.
Some were memorable and others forgettable.
It was an adventure when I fished with Abe yesterday.
He has fished almost 2 decades longer than me.
His stories could fill volumes of books.
His trout fishing knowledge is second to none.
Not often do I get the privilege to fish with a true master.
He landed over 25 trout. I batted clean up with about 15.
It was 40 degrees and sunny with bewitching gusts of winds. We chose a small stream to spend this afternoon exploring. I sat most of the time and watched Abe methodically dissect the beautiful driftless stream. The whole while I was listening to tales of elk hunting with a turkey adventure mixed in. The trout lore was exceptional. Stories of trout lost and landed through the decades were shared with me. It was an excellent day. He even mixed in one story about his wife. It is very obvious this man loves her dearly.
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I have fished this stretch for over 20 years and had never seen this magnificent rock draw. Other years the leaves obscured my field of vision. It appeared to be one solid rock ledge that was impregnable.
Recently I fished the stretch in the dead of winter and this virtual "road not taken" was almost magically there before me. There it was on the other side of the waterway. I sat down on the stream bank for a good long while and admired the steps that father time had cut in the rock ledge with the help of mother nature.
It was a true metaphor of life there before me. I had walked by this exact spot 100 times in the last 20 years and had not seen this wonder that time had created.
I was fairly certain that this path to the future and the past had never been travel before by any human due it being so far back in the middle of nowhere. The snow was drifted there and the path still looked precarious. The stream was deep and I would have had to walk back down stream quite a ways to get to the other side. The rock ledge down stream was closer to the water and made the trek across a swim not a wade. This made the crossing impossible that cold dark winter day.
I sat there and thought about life and its detours and wrong turns. I took this picture and went on my way fishing. As I fished upstream I was a bit melancholy that I was unable to at least walk to the head of the draw and look over the summit into eternity.
I thought about revisiting this place on a warmer day and take my chances and see what was on the other side. I looked back down stream to the place in the snow that I had sat on the bank for such a long time. Today was a fine day to keep fishing. I decided to not look back and continue forward not back. My sadness was replaced with a smile and on I trekked.