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  • Friday, November 28, 2008

    Writers Caught Fishing !

    FAMOUS DEAD WRITER
    AND FRIEND

    Secret Fishing Spot
    right next to the road

    "And then he knew that there was where he was going."*
    .. It's Thanksgiving morning and Ernie (with his unidentified friend,) are spied fishing at the hottest section of an unnamed stream in Idaho. Their break for photos was caught by astute underground shutterbugs who followed in the footsteps of the writers taking a break from their seminar "Wilde Tales & Wild Trout In Idaho."
    .. The seminar attracts aspiring writers from throughout the western United States. Each year numerous writers gather to bask in the radiance of 'Pops' and hope that some bit of genius will rub off on themselves. They seek footsteps long since washed away.
    .. Many "New Media" mavens are attracted to this hallowed ground. They fish and drink and carouse and enjoy the seeming solitude of rivers once pristine.
    .. They eschew the streamer or giant nymph, and the chance for large trout from the reservoir in the hopes of tangling with a 13" bundle of native fury - fooled by a midge. Midges are often fished this time of year; and the trout are perpetually amused by the visitations.
    .. Our savvy photographers, (tipped off by a very friendly waitress from Michel's restaurant,) arrived early and captured this image before the unsuspecting scribblers knew they were in the public eye.
    .. The day was crisp and cool; in the upper 40's. Not much to write about - BUT, you can bet much mileage will be made of this mundane occasion. After all, it's the end of the season and there's only 1,300 fish, (8" or larger,) per square mile. Who'd fish a creek like that?
    .. No pennies, cigars, or flasks were disposed of on this visitation. Many have been, and will be in the future; just not this time.
    * The Snows of . . .