I am hapless. Also, trout season is closed here, and the only rivers I can fish with very much facility involve hooking trout the size of a Plesiosaur.
But I have a new endeavor to discuss: how to make a Tenkara film–a short one–and integrate it into the Film Festival.
The cinematic journey is underway. See you in a few.
I’m not really sure if I can attribute a precipitous drop in creativity to my mere 45 years on the earth, but I can certainly foment a personal paranoia about it.
This is partly because I extruded some coffee out of my Kuerig coffee maker the other day, and instead of grabbing the squeeze-bottled, liquid sweetener called “Organic Blue Agave,” I grabbed the LITERALLY blue dish soap and laid it to waste.
On top of that, I forgot to use casing for the filtering screen when I did make the coffee, and thus poured out a ridiculous amount of grounds–that would’ve ruined my morning ritual anyway, the minute I took a sip.
My wife immediately starts some sort of understated, prognosticatory dissertations about “brain tumors,” and such. I didn’t laugh at this. Probably because the malignancy is pushing on my humor lobe.
How this relates to me not wanting to furl my own leaders anymore, I have no actual idea. All I know is, the penchant for minimalism seems to be reductionist at its core for me. Either that, or I am just too lazy to furl an more tweed-colored lines out of Kevlar thread.
Chances are the latter is true, a golf-ball sized cranial neoplasm notwithstanding. It’s easy for me to careen off the turnpike of self-actualization when it comes to leaders, because no one really cares about leaders when they catch a fish; no one ever says, “Hey, nice fish. Furled? Tapered?”
Nope. It’s the flies. Now, I personally like to tie my own dries, and I absolutely despise catching epic fish on store-bought flies. But every now and then, I’ll get that desire to hit the rises that has no commensurate measure of desire to wind tiny posts and use hackle pliers, so I’ll buy them.
So the other day, I’m out there with my Tenkara rod, when I realize my furled leader is all askew and ugly. So I made a level line out of monofilament, tied on the 5x and fished it. Caught a cool fish that I was also too lazy to photograph.
And so begins my level-line phase, if you can call it that. We’ll see if I feel like twisting up some higher-visibility mini-hemps as time goes on.
Seems the odd “ebbs and flows” if life itself have precluded me from either (a) Tenkara Fishing or (b) getting to Tenkara-amenable waters.
Everything within immediate reach is reel-and-line territory. And immediacy has been my only option of late.
But that will change. Soon.
-Ron
Headed about 50 mins. North to hit the Upper Sacramento River with a friend.
Sorry for the lackadaisical posting. The new job shift has thrown my fishing clock into the nosebleeds.
Ron
Looks like a certain angling sychophant turns 419 years old today.
I think that merits a sub-standard water and a clappy, one-off birthday call-and-response at Red Robin.
Good book, by the way, no matter what Norman McClean’s dad says.
Many years ago, a friend told me a joke about a guy named Chachi–a guy who supposedly knew “anyone you could name.” The requisite bar bet ensues, and Chachi, through a series of celebrity vettings and phone calls, proves time and time again that he knew everybody.
Ultimately, his uber-skeptic friend follows him to the Vatican to follow-up on his absurd claims of affability with the Pontiff. As the skeptic sees his friend appear on the Papal balcony, a guy nudges him in the side and asks, “Hey, who’s that guy up there with Chachi?”
And I’ve been told I’m like that guy. When it comes to blogging, I’ve noticed that my sociological abilities to metastasize are not so developed. In reality, I “see” traffic ratings, but unless someone responds directly, I have no idea where wheat and chaff dileniate.
So, to the veteran: I’d like any and all advice with regards to exposure. I know a readership is already there, and I tend to feel an “audience” that likes my kind of fulminating diatribes is still waiting to arrive as well.
That said, Thanks in advance.
Ron
marleysghost67@gmail.com
