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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Friday, October 1, 2010

'Bows at Broken Bow

          I adore trout and every single fish on Earth, and I adore my brother, but in the presence of each, I found myself enthralled by nature in the area of Broken Bow. If I caught Browns or 'Bows, I did so with more luck than skill, for my focus remained on my surroundings.
          Bird life included several overhead flying ducks (Why did I leave my binoculars in the car!), Turkey and Black Vultures, Pileated Woodpecker, wrens, phoebes, and various, no, many hawks. Next trip: Return to Broken Bow with binoculars!













         Jesse and Linda, from Three Rivers Fly Shop, work toward improving the rivers for the benefit of trout and anglers. Below I show some of the work they and the community of Broken Bow have accomplished on the river. Utilizing logs and stones, they shape pools and eddies, great for trout to thrive, and great to create a challenge for anglers. 



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  1. FrancesOctober 3, 2010 at 8:40 AM

    Looking forward to dinner and hearing about the fishing! Love the photos!!!!!!

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Listen, will you? I think that . . . literature, poetry, music and love make the world go round . . . while mathematics explains things; I fill my life with them, then go walking in snowy woods.
Let us go then, you and I
like two etherized patients floating
through life, together feeling prufrockian.
DDB Jr. makes my world go 'round; during his absence, Pachelbel fills it up.
One summer I sailed across the Atlantic Ocean, then through the Gulf of Finland to reach Saint Petersburg; I pursued Joseph Brodsky in its alley ways. I dream of making that two summers.
I read “Biking to Electra;” found my way in a Jaguar car, and glanced at the flashing steel grasshoppers at sunset. I’ll follow K.O.P.’s footsteps after he followed N.Scott Momaday’s; find warmth and inspiration on a rainy mountain.
Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
Listen for the swan’s calls on the Baltic Sea. Feel KKII's joy, his arms spread wide in Yazilikaya.
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