Patience & Fish
The 'Quiet Sport'---the activity that reinforces our spiritual and philosophical senses every time we wade into cold, clear, water. The throbbing of a wild fish against our rod lets us directly feel a connection with our primal nature.
Wow, fly fisherman should be saintly performing such a rarefied activity. Well. . . .these water conditions (i.e. no wade fishing) are taking the veneer off my character. One of my few virtues, patience, is about exhausted.
Each glance at six or eight generators' worth of White River finds me spinning out of control and shaking a demanding fist at the fish gods! How long can Simm's waders last without water? I guess I have no choice but to divert my attention to neglected concerns. Thanking deserving club members is such a concern.
So a big THANK YOU to Sara Thorne, program chair, for organizing a very enjoyable spring picnic. She even had the foresight to hold off the torrential downpour until the very end. Thanks to all those who provided the delicious potluck dishes. A small thank you to myself for limiting official club picnic proclamations to "food's ready".
Thanks to Denis Dunderdale, education chair, and his helpers for creating about a dozen new fly-fishermen with his beginning fly fishing courses. Their efforts exemplify the great ethic of love of the sport and pass it on.
A special thanks to Governor Beebe, Rep. Marion Berry, and Rep. John Boozeman for their genuine interest in our water and fish. Fellow guide John Wilson and I have been invited as concerned local citizens to a series of meetings with the above officials regarding the dissolved oxygen problems on the Norfork in particular. It will take some time and effort but all the stakeholders (Federal, State, Citizens) agree that a serious problem exists and needs some legislative (read dollars) solutions.
Maybe, I can regain that good character trait of patience by waiting for political solutions instead of low water.
Tight Lines (someday),
George Peters
President