I did not find a love or disdain of fly fishing. I chose to read and draw and be. It is the shared time with family members along the river bank, or in car rides to and from the cabin, that I now treasure. Unlike my older sister Jennie who ended up making a living out of fly fishing, I became a dedicated fisherperson only when my little brother would venture back to the parked car to tell me his catch number. I would then put the book or drawing pad down to go out on a mission to surpass. It is in my later years that I realize the minor details of the catch. The study of entomology, the cycle of life; and yes I tied some Woolley Buggahs that caught plenty Rainbow, Brook and Brown Trout!
My response from last year:
Gears from My Childhood
It is funny. I read Paupert's affinity for gears at age two, and my first reaction is, "Gosh, I don't remember age two. I certainly didn't dream of gears. He must be brilliant. I must be no one important or of worthy sharings because I must not be a prodigy like him."
And then I pause. Gears no. Color yes. I have always seen light. I remember squinting my eyes and seeing the color spectrum floating like molecules all around me in little 'u' shapes. I told my mom, "But yes, yes you can see air."
Whether or not you can 'see air' this was an ah-ha experience. I still look for the rainbows. It is funny. We are all so different. We all have a slice of prodigy.
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