Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Au Sable
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Fishless on the Au Sable. That's the way it was, but none-the-less a great success and a memory to cherish for a lifetime. Father. Son. Grandson. Drift boat. On the south branch of this storied river. The photo of my 84 year old father standing knee deep in the cool flow of the sun drenched crystal water says it all.
Young Aengus, circa 1950
Aengus Jr., circa 2007
Enjoy yourself, it's later than you think!
The chronicles of Aengus and his quest to fish sixty rivers.
The Song of Wandering Aengus
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in the stream,
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor,
I went to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl,
With apple blossom in her hair,
Who called me by my name and ran,
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering,
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
W. B. Yeats (The Wind Among the Reeds)
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in the stream,
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor,
I went to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl,
With apple blossom in her hair,
Who called me by my name and ran,
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering,
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
W. B. Yeats (The Wind Among the Reeds)
Young Aengus, circa 1950
The origin of Sixty Rivers - 2007
A year or so ago I read an article in the Grand Rapids Press about a retired couple endeavoring to play 61 rounds of golf in every state in 61 days, and just to make it interesting play all 50 states, the 10 Canadian provinces and Washington DC. It occurred to me that it would be helpful to set goals for the fishing adventures I had often dreamed of but never applied myself to accomplishing. As my sixtieth birthday approached, I began to ponder celebrating the auspicious occasion by fishing 60 rivers. Initially, the idea of 60 rivers in 60 days seemed to have a nice ring to it, although it sounded a lot like work. I settled on achieving the goal in one year, recording my experience in this blog so that family and friends could follow my adventure and occasionally give me a push when I fall behind.
Blog Archive
Argentina Guides & Destinations
River Guides & Resources
- Freshwaters Illustrated
- Trend Viewer - Michigan Wild Trout
- Tenkara Japanese Fly Fishing
- RexFly Casting System
- Alaska Fly Anglers
- How to fillet a fish!
- Coyote Crossing Resort
- The Hex Shop - Grand Rapids
- Green Mountain Troutfitters - Lamoille River
- Fly Fishing Only - Kennebec River
- Hawkins Outfitters - Garden River, Patagonia
- Schmidt Outfitters - Pine River
- Lees Ferry Anglers - Colorado River
- Rivers North - St. Marys River
- River Quest Charters - St. Joseph River
- River Wonderland - Muskegon River
- Captain Gary Rhinehart - Indian River
- Captain Russell Tharin, Amelia River
Beyond Sixty Rivers...
- Billy & Dad's Music Emporium
- Willow Classic Reels
- Southern Wine Source
- Castaway Films
- Fin Art by Derek DeYoung
- Fine Art by Becca Schlaff
- Sketch & Release - (your catch)
- Fantastic Trout Photography
- Physocarpus opulifolius (L.) Maxim.
- Dry Fly Float Boats
- Fish Cam - St. Marys River
- Ten Guitars and an Oud
Aengus Jr., circa 2007
When I'm not fishing...
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Enjoy yourself, it's later than you think!
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