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​​    Another year and the world is not getting any simpler, or sane.  The worlds 'wisdom' is pushing the limits of what is right and wrong. Making good what is evil, and what is evil good.  The only true north is the one our country is leaving behind; the Word of God.  Has the Providential hand of God been lifted from our great Republic ?  (When Benjamin Franklin was once asked what type of government the Constitutional Convention adopted, his cautionary response was, “A republic, if you can keep it.”)  People still have Faith, but the minority have the loudest voice.   

The wind, the rain

To cry insane 

​To seek

To choose

To never move

To realize what they can't see

To know their there Eternally

I think I'll go fishing.​

​                     Being a Dissertation on the Symptoms and Pathology of This Incurable Disease by One of Its Victims. 

        There is a lot of amiable fantasy written about trout fishing, but the truth is that few men know much if anything about the habits of trout and little more about the manner of taking them.  And still fewer of these occasional wise men will spare any time from their fishing devotionals to write about it.  Our knowledge of trout is like man's tenancy on this planet: precarious and tentative.  In a world where men scarcely know each other, and are at pains to fight endless wars to confirm this somber fact, it is perhaps a gratuitous display of ignorance for any man to pretend extensive knowledge of the sly and secretive trout. They are dwellers on another planet.  I have fished for trout since I was a boy and I admit I still know little or nothing about them. Perhaps it is also the beginning of trout wisdom. 

From my Dad's favorite fishing author:  Robert Traver 'Trout Madness'.   1960 

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