Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Part One: On Being Lost

“It’s orchestrated,” he says, rises shooting the surface everywhere but under the fly where he wants them. Where you want them. The epicenter of the universe, a size 20 trico's footprint, the bullseye which seems impossible to hit – here now, where the day’s crescendo has worked since sunup to reach. All of that tension, released into bugs and bites, pimpling the surface worse than an adolescent's face. Pop it, he says. Pop it.

It’s orchestrated. Like a Steve Reich piece -- time signature moving every other measure, keeping you moving, keeping you feeling the beat. Keeping you at attention -- even all the while very confused. Just as you get comfortable, everything changes: the tempo, the key signature…life. Out of time, tune, and so it goes. Taking you along with.

Trying to read, to keep up -- but in the end you can’t. You’re lost. Failing, even with spinners, caddis, midges popping off. The measures move too quickly – and when your eyes get lost, when you finally stop playing, hooking your small para-adams onto the third guide up, the song goes on the same as it always has...always will. Your part can be played over; you aren’t that important… 

…and yet you do matter, somehow -- leaving light footprints, unevenly spaced, close together on the hike out.

28 comments:

  1. Nice post! Thanks for sharing those thoughts!
    M.O.

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  2. Wonderful! And great photo.

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    1. Robin - Thanks so much for reading...and the comment!

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  3. Brilliant... as always. Thanks for sharing...

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    1. upacreek333 - Thanks for stopping by, and for the kind words.

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  4. Erin, your musical writing captures so well what it is like to fish during a prolific hatch.

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    1. Mr. P. - Many thanks! Sometimes, things that look the easiest are in reality, the most testing.

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  5. "--leaving light footprints, unevenly spaced, close together on the hike out." Love that! And that first paragraph, so concise it really POPS!

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    1. Hart - We'll be walking down to this place together soon!

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  6. Incredible photo, and description of the process (or piece).

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    1. Rhythm Rider - Thanks as always...and you of all, know about rhythms. :)

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  7. You're the only person I know of that could take a simple Trico hatch and create such an eloquent post....Very nice as always.

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    1. HighPlainsFlyFisher - Thank you! =)

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  8. Hey Erin - your tiny caenis and baetis shots get me everytime. Lovely words, I wonder what Steve Reich piece you had in mind? I was thinking Kate Bush - Eider Falls at Lake Tahoe... for the hike out.

    :)

    Andy

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    1. Andy - Thanks for reading...and the kind words! And I think Eider Falls would go quite well with the hike out. ;-)

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  9. I could hear the music! I've tried to play it too, the best I could with adrenaline pumping, when there are just too many notes on the staff of the stream. Nice, Erin.

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    1. Jim - I'm heartened to know it haunts you too...many thanks as always, my friend!

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  10. The music of the stream, fly rod as metronome. Lovely.

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    1. Mike - Many thanks...for reading, the comment, and the image of a metronome. In fact, that's the only way I learned to double haul...by thinking of it that way.

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  11. My diary would have just said "Blanked" but you make it seem so much more interesting ; )

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    1. Dave - It's a mental game...to help make oneself feel not so defeated. ;-)

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    2. Oh I never feel defeated Erin, its the fish's fault if they refuse my bait, I've done all that I can its down to them after that.



      Its called 'passing the buck' : )

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    3. Ha! That is indeed an important distinction. ;-)

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  12. Wait, how can your rise in Colorado be the epicenter of the universe, when the boil behind my fly is that, here in New York? String theory and quantum physics are starting to make sense.

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    1. Pete - Right? My sister (PhD astrophysicist) has been trying to explain it to me for years...but I think it's finally starting to sink in...

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