Poetry

[Oregon Native]

I thought this was really cool....should have taken a pic and if I see them again I will....just don't fish this area of Louden much.  But anyway...when I was launching my boat I see these two older gentlemen launching this ol tin boat with a small motor ...also very antiqued.  They're parked at dock and in no hurry so when I launch I peek into their boat and there's just two "heavy" can poles...heavy line with bobber and a large black grub.  I thought OMG....WOW.  

And then....when I checked out my boat and was fishing the last bank I was gunna check out here they are going down the bank.  The older of the two was perched on the bow of this little boat.  One foot touching the water...other in boat.  Right arm holding the pole....left arm using a wooden paddle like a trolling motor.  He was good.  It was quiet time just watching them.....wow.

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35 minutes ago, Oregon Native said:

I thought this was really cool....should have taken a pic and if I see them again I will....just don't fish this area of Louden much.  But anyway...when I was launching my boat I see these two older gentlemen launching this ol tin boat with a small motor ...also very antiqued.  They're parked at dock and in no hurry so when I launch I peek into their boat and there's just two "heavy" can poles...heavy line with bobber and a large black grub.  I thought OMG....WOW.  

And then....when I checked out my boat and was fishing the last bank I was gunna check out here they are going down the bank.  The older of the two was perched on the bow of this little boat.  One foot touching the water...other in boat.  Right arm holding the pole....left arm using a wooden paddle like a trolling motor.  He was good.  It was quiet time just watching them.....wow.

We made a stop at a picturesque stream in Nicaragua a while back. Not a soul in sight, and just the sound of the water on the rocks, and some birds and insects. Amazing enough experience, when about 20 minutes later we see someone heading towards us in the middle of the knee high water. As he got closer, it became obvious that he was using a cast net. Now I'm no slouch with the cast net, and we fish with some guys who are really, really  good with them, but as I watched this man who could have been out of central casting, wearing all white, wicker basket at his side, brimmed straw hat, and sun leathered skin, it became obvious that what he was doing was as much art as fishing for crayfish. His precise, exact, uniform casts were smooth and effortless and resulted in a perfect O landing in front of him every time. I watched him as he made a cast, put his catch in the basket, took 6 steps forward and repeated the process. To this day I can close my eyes and picture the scene. Oh, and they have crayfish the size of small lobsters in Central America.

[Oregon Native]

Bugs too.....!!!

[TnRiver46]

Pretty neat. I bet I know those guys as I used to live in that area and used all those ramps in a seasonal rotation. I’ve been fishing like thAt here recently myself because one of my trolling batteries won’t hold a charge anymore hahaha. Sculling an 18.5 ft boat is not working out so well.......

[Oregon Native]

I remember back a million years ago we used to do that but not the cane pole thing.....we took turns at the front with an oar....

Remember once on an ol pond where the back was completly out of the rowboat so we had to sit in the very front to keep the back end up.  Ahhhhhh......memories

[jbmaine]

Some years ago I was in Northern Maine at a fishing camp. I was on a remote pond, in my canoe, fly fishing for native trout. It was early morning and the mist was thick on the water. 

 I heard a noise in the mist, then saw ripples hitting the side of the canoe. I knew I was the only one on this pond, so I thought it had to be a beaver, or a loon. 

 As I waited and watched, out of the mist came a huge bull moose, swimming right at me. I froze, didn't dare move. As he came closer he changed course, just enough to miss me. I stared into his big eye as he stared into mine. I don't know why I did it, but as he was beside the canoe  I held my hand out and felt the end of his antler brush it as he went by. 

          It was a magical moment I still think about from time to time.