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A fishing poem

The Purist

I was passing the time at a streamside retreat
enjoying my day, savoring my defeat
While I flailed, and cursed the Trout so sly
the smell of skunk proved something awry
        A purist approached, nose high in the sky

Nothing could lure the beast from it's lair
Not a Prince, nor Bugger or ear of a hare
What morsel might coax this fish from it's lair?
I pondered, but alas! The Duct tape Fly
        The purist approached, nose high in the sky

And the purist aghast at this unholy sight
This foolhardy flinger of feathers indeed!
He snickered again, and with an air of delight
As I hurled the streamer into it's flight
        The purist approached, nose high in the sky

Again he approached, and with contempt!
For the renegade fisher with flies unkempt
The fly made it's way through the current deep
And I at the ready for the pending leap
        And the purist approached, nose high in the sky

The line went taut, the indicator vanished!
My heart went thump, the reel screamed!
The "Bow" fought hard in noble defeat
But, what morsel enticed this mighty fish?
Alas! The Duct Tape Fly
        And the purist escaped nose high in the sky



by Bruce King









Contact info: bruce@brucekings.com

All my dries are wet,
And other tales from stream and trail

These are stories and memories spanning the decades of  adventures in the great outdoors.

Black Pond Black Bear

This was quite a camping trip. It was an extended weekend into the Pemigewasset Wilderness in New Hampshire's White Mountains. Black Pond was the destination. I was planning on doing a little fly fishing which at the time was a new activity for me. I really had no idea what I was doing when it came to the entomology involved (fly selection). Nor had I any experience fly casting either, but I'd watched some fishing shows on Saturday morning TV so I thought I could fake it well enough. I discovered rather quickly that I had an awful lot to learn.

The hike began at the trailhead along the famed Kancamagus Highway.

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