a good time to fish.

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about fish and things

It was a good stream then, with good fish and fine friends to fish with. We didn’t bother much with equipment or fancy techniques but we caught our fair share of the fine fish.

The best spot was on the tip of the bend, where the clear water ran fast over the rocks and pebbles that waved with streamer weed. We lost hooks and floats here, snatched from the line by overhanging Willows that shielded the summer sun and provided twisted roots to hide autumn Chub. TheWillowbranches brushed on the stream’s surface, inscribing sinuous arcs then whipping back to start again.

We knew this stream then, with the good knowledge formed by familiarity. We knew where the jack Pike lay, waiting for his prey in the shade of the plank bridge that passed the ford. And the small Brown Trout that took a red worm with a snatching violence that thrilled. This was our time and the stream played to this and taught us well.

The chalk stoned path led from the ford, winding faithfully to the shape of the stream. The baking heat of high summer days reflected back, dazzling, into unprotected eyes. In winter the track became a snake of slime and glutinous mud, pulling boots and anointing bare, red chapped legs.

The stream in winter would turn; no longer friendly it could grab you into its depths and draw you in. But we’d learnt, as we were meant to and never allowed it to have its way. Some, not as wise thought they knew better but one of them learnt and the others never doubted again.

The invasive Elder that lined the banks, fed the bees in spring and the Finches in the autumn. Its berries often luring a wary Roach would stain our clothes and hands. The Blackberry bushes tore unprotected skin and midges irritated. We learnt to respect nature’s ways. And the stream was always true.

We grew away from the stream as the years passed. And with time it changed and no longer taught us its changes. And now it’s as a stranger that I look and remember what once was; no longer privy to its secrets.

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Submitted: April 23, 2012

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