May 23, 2022
April 12, 2021
It took a week or so, but all of the stuff sold! No longer having the need to have that little garage sale as the main post, I can get back to writing again. (Hooray?)
Bring on the Forced Creativity
I was thinking of focusing at least one post a month (and even that feels ambitious) to doing a little creative writing. Even though this blog has been around for what, like almost fourteen years, I've never really fancied myself much of a writer. My style is more blunt. More direct. And honestly, a lot of narcissitic rantings about me and what I'm up to. Not much waxing poetically or caring much for sentence structure.
Now, I'm not exactly sure what this creative writing will entail. Probably very short stories, mostly fiction, beats me... Maybe I'm just amped up from watching that Hemingway biography on PBS last week. Don't worry, I won't start going by "Papa".
So that's it, I'm going to give it a shot. I certainly have a few nice fishing trips lined up to (hopefully) add some fuel to the creative fire. With a trip to Western North Carolina this upcoming weekend, and a ramble to the Driftless Area of Wisconsin in May, fly fishing will certainly be on the brain (and Pfizer flowing through my veins).
Want to Play Along?
Back when outdoor blogging was more of a "thing", there were communities that used to toss out weekly or monthly creative prompts to try and stimulate both interaction and productivity.
So fancy yourself a writer? Have a blog? Or a notepad and pen? I'm certainly up for reading your original works too... assuming that's not already your style. So consider this a prompt to get in the game. Heck, start a free Blogger blog and spit out some otherwise hidden genius. Let me know the URL and I'll even link to it.
I mean after a while, reading the typical fishing report gets a little stale, am I right?
But hopefully I'll have a few of those to share as well.
February 6, 2019
January 8, 2019
I think so...
When I lived in Pennsylvania, I used to fish Valley Creek in Valley Forge National Historical Park virtually every weekend. Those were probably the best days of my fly fishing, living so close to that water was something special. It's where I pretty much learned to fly fish; first streamers, then nymphs and dries, figured out line management, clicker reels, roll casts, I even caught my first fish on a tenkara rod there. So many good memories.
It's not a secret stream, not in the least. It actually gets quite a bit of pressure, especially on the weekends. And not just from fishermen... hikers, joggers, dog walkers, and horse riders all come out to enjoy the trails by her banks. Rightfully so, considering it's one of the more picturesque (and few) wild trout streams in the greater Philadelphia area. And those Valley Creek browns, they might not be the biggest, but damn if they aren't pretty fish.
Reflecting on Valley Creek makes me yearn to go back. The last time I was there was two years ago, and even then it had changed so much since my heyday of the early 2010s. Would I still recognize it? Would it fish the same? I guess there's only one way to find out...
The 2019 non-resident (gasp) Pennsylvania fishing license has been purchased. The return is inevitable.
In the meantime, here are some of my favorite pictures of Valley and its residents.
August 14, 2018
Can "best" even be quantified as a characteristic of a stream itself, or could it be heightened by something external? Be it an arduous journey, a great companion, or success in spite of a difficult situation what actually enhances the experience and "quality" of the water?