Beautiful like an autumn brook trout rising from its low-water house to snatch a dry fly on the riffles… I was on the upper Kettle just before the big rains came, and it was good. Many native trout, survivors of the season past, came to hand and were released with best wishes for the colder months. A couple of wild browns also came to hand, but this headwaters range is mostly brook trout water, pristine habitat, still.
Beautiful like the rains that filled these streams and rivers to the bank, some of them muddy and unfishable, some of them lively and primarily clear. The rain, much needed, has refreshed the land and water, making us wish that thirsty lands, untouched by Hurricane J., could benefit in a similar fashion.
Beautiful like a hurricane that’s turned to the sea rather than to a rain-drenched upland (Carolinas excepted, our sympathies extended, where many nearly drowned). The constant media coverage brought the “fight or flight” instinct to the blood and raised hopes in the bored and ignorant for a killer storm to hit these shores. But there’s no room for boredom here. There’s too much life to be lived to raise that ugly head.
Beautiful like Straight Run in the upper Pine Creek watershed, bright and murmuring as the weather cleared, as a blue dome settled on the forested hills. Modesty forbids me to say how many brook trout came to hand and then wavered into safety from this run. Actually, I lost count soon after starting my upstream walk, but they were small and colorful as the leaves.
Beautiful like the Toronto Blue Jays winning the American League Eastern Division for the first time since 1993. (Feel free to insert your own favorite team into this statement, as long as it’s a winner surfacing from nowhere and singing “I’ve Been Down So Long It Looks Like Up to Me.”)
Beautiful like a “super” moon eclipsed by the earth’s shadow after an exciting day on the stream. I remember a similar moon in 1982, reflections in tranquility when the body turned blood-red like a far place in the mind. In a time of Mideastern wars and mass murders in the USA, reflections of this sort can ease the tribulations of a soul.
Beautiful like a new book from my own hand, published by a small press in northern Vermont.
Beautiful Like a Mayfly is my first new book in five years. It’s not a fly-fishing book although new tales of fishing, hiking, birding, and explorations far and wide abound within. As Rivertop Rambles approaches its 400th narrative post, always bringing you my best nature writing, it comes without advertising (unless WordPress slips one in) and without excessive honking of my own damned horn.
But now I can’t help myself. Yes, it’s a fine book from an awesome little press that’s worthy of consideration. Click on the Wood Thrush Books blog-post at Woods Wanderer for a heads-up on the book, or click on the Amazon link here under “Works,” and see for yourself. If you’ve already ordered a copy, or have checked it out and given it some thought, my thanks for your support.
And furthermore…
Beautiful like my readers when they drop a “Like” or post a comment or read the blog from time to time. Beautiful when they order a book every now and then (like when the super moon goes russet red).
This is a nice little post that should serve to remind readers of the perspectives on beauty and the natural world offered by RTR (not to mention the baseball reference!). I, for one, always look forward to that email notifying me of a new post, and I’m eager to see the new book when we come up to visit!
Thanks Brent! Those variant perspectives, that I try to present with a certain focus in mind, are important to me and I hope that other readers will note them, as well. Looking forward to your visit, and the book is, too!
Beautiful like getting the notification there is a new Rivertop post. Hmm, I’ll stop there, I think poetry is your department.
The second photo is quite wonderful, very colourful. I have to confess, until my Dolly Vardon mystery earlier this year, I’d never given much thought to how remarkable a fish can look, and your posts always reinforce that.
Can you imagine the Blue Jays fever up here? Whatever next, a Canadian team for the Stanley Cup? I can dream…
Thanks, as always, an entertaining and thought-provoking post, love reading them.
I’d best check out that book you mentioned.
Beautiful like another thoughtful comment from the PlaidCamper! Dolly Varden, Brook trout, cutthroat, golden… all the species are colorful in their own way, especially in the areas where they are native; all of them are worthy of celebration, so we welcome you to the fold, Plaid.
I can’t imagine the Jays fever up in Canada but, if it’s anything like their small following down in the states, it really must be something. I know a few guys who are really fired up, and want to see a repeat of the ’92/’93 series!
Anyway, you’re welcome, as always, and thanks so much for your support!
Beautiful like a man who actually speaks beautiful words that make sense to an outdoors man.
Thank you, Howard. I’ve never been called beautiful before, but if I can make sense of the beauty in the world and put it here every now and then for us, that makes my day, friend.
Beautiful sums it all up Walt.
Yes, we’ll take it while we can, Pete; thanks for commenting!
Fantastic Walt. In so many ways, this year seems like a Beautiful year. Between now and the New Year, I hope to be, Bleeding the Rocky River. Peace to you bro, and Cheers to the new book.
Glad you’re feeling it at the peak, Doug, and hope it extends through your work on “Bleeding…” Looking forward to the read, and best wishes, here to there!
Walt,
This is great news – where can I purchase a signed copy?
Hi Leigh,
Send your mailing address to my email, franklinl3@yahoo.com and I’ll gladly send you a copy gratis! What happened was that my publisher included a photo of me fishing in the Willow and put it on the back cover of this book. It was a photo that YOU took and you didn’t get acknowledged for it because the whole book came out, as is, before I knew it was being used. Maybe we can rectify this in the future (hopefully) where you receive printed acknowledgement. Meanwhile, I’m in debt to you for that and more than pleased to ship you a contributor’s copy!
Congrats Walt. 400 posts without any ads I think you and I are the only ones not making a fortune.
Good luck with your book.
Thank you Alan. Sounds like you and I may be among the last of the old-timers still going strong without the use of ads (and making no money, either). That’s okay with me. We’re doing Something right.
Walt
What an uplifting post reminding us all why we love fly fishing so much. The mayfly is worthy of a frame; congrats on your 400th post. Thanks for sharing
Scott’s mayfly is a nice March Brown, isn’t it? Thanks for the good words, Bill.
Walt,
Congratulations on the new book, Beautiful Like a Mayfly, and your dedicated journaling – 400 posts! And if beauty is that fleeting then it must be all the more extraordinary in your hand.
Steve
Steve,
Good to hear from you! Hope things are going well out East, and thanks for the compliment.