Stepping in the Same Stream Twice

A day-long rain cancels my intended visit to the upper Sinnemahoning. Disappointment has me dreaming– oh, those might-have-been trout! Those wild browns upstream of Costello, those speckled natives of the East Fork pools!

Some old moderns like myself get sidetracked now and then, get rolled by forces that reduce us to the level of a small kid or a primitive hunter or a drooling elder. No, there’s not much to be done at times like this. The mind gets loosened by the storm, and someone says, “Damn, the fishing could be good today. I haven’t seen the Birch or the Wild Boy Run in ages.”

Genesee River brown…

Wild nature rounds us if our senses apprehend. Here at home the whip-poor-will, after years of absence from my life, surprises with its call at dusk. Front yard, back yard, pine grove recitations! So I study dusk and dawn as the night-bird fills all crevices with sound. Thoreau once said, “New beings have usurped the air we breathe,” and I listen even in the rain.

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courtesy jpeg.blogspot.com Image result for Whip Poor Will Range Map

The child can be father to the man, they say. You can step in the same stream twice and watch yourself dissolve. I can fish or bird in the universal solvent, direct my wandering in the mythos of the wild. I won’t have to curse those sodden hours in the rain. My daydreams, mixed with memory, are therapeutic. I can salvage drier moments here at home.

old South Bend 390 still works for bass…
Genesee River smallie…
favorite felines watching thru a screen…
yellow-rump warbler…
gray catbird at the source…
ruby-throated stretch….

About rivertoprambles

Welcome to Rivertop Rambles. This is my blog about the headwaters country-far afield or close to home. I've been a fly-fisher, birder, and naturalist for most of my adult life. I've also written poetry and natural history books for thirty years. In Rambles I will mostly reflect on the backcountry of my Allegheny foothills in the northern tier of Pennsylvania and the southern tier of New York State. Sometimes I'll write about the wilderness in distant states, or of the wild places in the human soul. Other times I'll just reflect on the domestic life outdoors. In any case, I hope you enjoy. Let's ramble!
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14 Responses to Stepping in the Same Stream Twice

  1. Hello there. Were the deer and catbird photos taken in the same field?

  2. tiostib says:

    Well said, thank you.

  3. Brent says:

    Catching up on the blog here! Some great wild (and just wuthless) life pictures here, along with some really nice words on taking advantage of life and its offerings, day by day. Glad the whippoorwill returned to its old haunts.

  4. plaidcamper says:

    Daydreams are essential for a well balanced mind! Not too much wrong with a little elderly drool, or primitive state, or childlike delight in the world around us – there’s lots to enjoy in your stream-stepping philosophy here. Thanks, Walt!

  5. Bob Stanton says:

    That is an awesome pic of the hummingbird! That’s some great photography work!

  6. loydtruss says:

    Walt
    I haven’t landed a smallmouth bass since we lived in Mississippi. I love the colors on the smallie and the fight this fish produces. What wt. and length South Bend fly rod were you using. Thanks for sharing

  7. AJ Morris says:

    Cherish the rain my friend. Best wishes from a dangerously dry and smoky Idaho.

  8. Thank you, AJ. Wish I could send some rain your way!

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