Thursday, February 21, 2013
Only 65 Days Until Trout Openers
My trout camp looks rather forlorn, not to mention cold, during the winter months. There are 65 days until trout season opens here in the State of Michigan, on the last Saturday in April. This does not mean one cannot fly fish during the winter months, and the most recent fishing report for my neck of the trout fishing woods attests to this, and there are a good number of waters which are open year round for trout fishing here in Michigan, if you can contend with very cold toes.
I’m thinking about fly fishing, right at the moment, because I just read a post titled It Ain’t Easy, which was linked to by the folks at Moldy Chum, and this portion of that post articulates some of what I appreciate most about spending time chasing mayflies and trout.
Fly-fishing has taken me to places that few other ventures could have. It’s been a life long learning experience that I now have the fortune of sharing with others. Over the years I’ve put a lot into learning to fly-fish. On many fronts I still do and often I’m still not where I would like to be. There has been frustration along the way, and I still have moments where it all goes helplessly wrong. All said and done, fly-fishing can be quite simple, that’s its beauty. As long as your fly is in the water you have an opportunity to catch a fish regardless of your abilities. In the grand scheme of things, if you are having fun that’s what matters most, yet if you want to truly reap the sports greatest rewards you’ll need to put your time in. The fact that it is challenging has a great deal to do with its appeal. Personally I can think of few things in life as enjoyable as spending time on the water, playing this game, casting fur and feather to lure a fish to take a fly, and when that happens because of the essence of it all its magical.
Breath of Fire
Interesting post at the blog Letters to Nature, written by Luke Barnes, titled Why science cannot explain why anything at all exists, which delves into the question “why is there something rather than nothing” as posed and considered by Lawrence Krause.
As I read through Barnes’ post, I recalled the consistent response of scientists in many fields of study as presented in Bill Bryson’s book A Short History of Nearly Everything, when confronted with deeply probing questions about their field of study, “I don’t know,” an answer we are less and less inclined to give, or admit, in this day and age.
Though Barnes does not answer Krause’s question directly, he does lay out, in readily understandable fashion, some of the various conundrums required to be considered to approach the question openly, and his post is well worth reading.
Link to Barnes via Donald Sensing.
As I’ve previously mentioned, I enjoy messing around with stacking rocks. Here’s a gentleman who has taken the stacking of rocks to a level far beyond what I have messed around with. He runs a blog called Gravity Glue, and his rock stacks beggar the imagination. Here’s a portfolio of clickable thumbs. I need to set my sights a bit higher.