There’s nothing like a wild free-flowing run… The statement seemed so obvious to me that I almost disregarded it. I was in Rhode Island for several days, enjoying myself but absent from the Opening Day of Trout Season in New York, so when the statement came to me along with streamside imagery in a dream, its directness and simplicity loitered till it struck me in the heart.
My absence from the opener wasn’t any big deal. I’d be home soon enough. It wasn’t as though I had totally missed out on fly-fishing over the previous months of winter. In fact, my fishing seasons didn’t have an “opener” any more; I hadn’t really felt one since the days when I was young. For me, baseball season has an Opening Day. Fly-fishing, on the other hand, has me casting year around wherever it’s legal and the trout are willing. Still, something nagged at me and said, you know, you might be having fun right now, but wouldn’t it be nice to get back on the stream?
So, it came to me in a dream: There’s nothing like a wild free-flowing run… Like a first warm day in spring, with low, clear water pouring off the slopes… The statement seemed to mirror my growing interest in the distance between reality and dream, between the actuality of fly-fishing and the dream of fishing under ideal conditions. I find that the distance between the two concepts is an interesting place to be, one that warrants some consideration as a writer. And, in rare cases where dream and reality seem to be one and the same thing, well, darn if it doesn’t feel like heaven for a while.
I’d get to that wild free-flowing stream as soon as I could. For now, I had other obligations to fulfill. Everything arrives in its own sweet time, they say. I enjoyed a visit to Providence and Pawtucket and Newport with my daughter. Back at home I had readings and book signings to prepare for. I still had hours set aside for teaching and other duties. There were good things and fair things (and foul things, too) in the nature of each day– but damn, there was nothing in a fly-fisher’s heart quite like… a wild free-flowing run.