Years ago….seems like every damned thing in my life today was “years ago”….I used to take an occasional canoe trip down the Illinois River in NE Oklahoma. It was always best to go during the middle of the week to stay away from the drunk and rowdy rednecks who swarmed that charming stream on the weekends.
That river winds through a lot of rock and outcroppings that look very much like that shown above and I remember remembering that I could feel the sacredness of that river when out there alone with my lunch, a paddle, and fly rod.
All of that beauty has changed now of course. Too damned many people, too many chicken houses whose effluent trickles off of hillsides and throws the river’s nitrogen levels into despair. And worst of all, there are just too many damned people who have no regard for anything, not even themselves.
I grew up in the Deep South behind good pointers and setters and there were lots of bobwhites. My grandfather taught me to shoot long before commercial farming ruined quail habit. He also taught me how to use a fly rod and how to clobber the bream and bass by slipping along quietly in a tiny aluminum flat bottom boat years before running up and down a lake in a high-speed “bass boat” became the way to “fish.
And, he taught me to understand and manage horses long before private ownership of huge tracts of land and individual mini-farms fenced off all of the property over which we used to ride. He taught me a lot of other things too, too many to list here.
It’s most important to inhale love and exhale gratitude and my hope, no matter how this site goes, is that you enjoy every minute of your time.
Eventually, all things merge into one. . .