Greetings and salutations, dear readers. I recently made my first foray into writing articles about fishing, and I actually got published. Yay!
Instead of starting 2020 by discussing The Mess, let’s discuss some of the things and people The Mess has reminded me to be grateful for. Yes, that’s a much better idea. Let’s find gratitude in The Mess.
My dad and I have been looking for a new fly rod for me (he kind of wants his Sage Z-Axis back, and I can't blame him), and I found out that Sage has a pink fly rod. *gasp* It doesn't come in the length that I need (and it's expensive), but it did lead me to an organization called Casting for Recovery (http://castingforrecovery.org/).
believe that beauty is inherent in the majority of the written language that we use. Most of the instances that come to my mind come from fishing books. Perhaps this is because of my own affinity for fishing, or maybe it is because of the spiritual nexus that comes together when fishing, fisherman, water, and nature meet. The beauty does not even have to come from erudite language that moves circuitously through meaning like a winding mountain stream. Henry Winkler’s (yes, the Fonz) writing perhaps best demonstrates the beauty in simple language.