My rod and my reel shall comfort me,
all the days of my life.
Though they make me to lie down next
to drunken hoors, I will fear no evil
for my piece is with me.
Yea though I say unto you, cast not your
flies before carp, but make them dance
fearlessly before the glassy eye of
a rainbow trout. Be it a mudfish or
pike, a sturgeon or eel, thine kingdom
for a walleye, a shad or lowly panfish.
Yea fisher of men, your action is wrong,
first let the weight of the line be suspended
merrily, floating down the river of life.
Your reflection in the water a historical
monument, a shrine, a precipice of pain.
For yours is the bait of flesh, of tooth,
of longing, and it comes off the hook too
easily....I will take my chance with an
artificial lure that passes for intelligence.
From "A drainage ditch runs through it" |
