Saturday, August 18, 2007

Friday, August 17, 2007

Leave us Alone!

Tyranny, like Hell, is not easily conquered - Thomas Paine

The tyrants are back: a cigar tax, to be levied at the rate of $10 per stick, is being planned by the Weasels of Washington. It's for the children, you know, to fund health care. This bullying stops NOW. My flintlock hangs over our mantel; I've got plenty of shot, and my powder is dry.

Monday, August 13, 2007

Fishing in Hemingway Country.

Bill had poured out the drinks.
"That's an awfully big shot," Nick said.
"Not for us, Wemedge," Bill said.
"What'll we drink to?", Nick asked, holding up the glass.
"Let's drink to fishing," Bill said.
"All right," Nick said. "Gentlemen, I give you fishing."
"All fishing," Bill said. "That's what we drink to."
"Fishing," Nick said. "That's what we drink to."

- From "A Three Day Blow", by Ernest Hemingway

Just back from a brief but glorious vacation on Little Traverse Bay. Fished the Boyne and Maple. The Boyne was tough fishing - little room for even a roll cast. I landed a few brookies on terrestrials. A Logistical SNAFU put me away from the Blue Ribbon trout section of the river. The Maple was visually spectacular, but the extended drought has brought the river to the lowest level in locals' memory. The fish were very skittish; only a few could be enticed from their log burroughs in the deepest pools by ants and hoppers.