Re: Santuit

Add the link below and whatever you feel is appropriate to the story in GB mag, eh?

One quote, of many:

“The most obvious threat was the Willow Bend development and its golf course. The Massachusetts Department of Environmental Protection was fully aware, as far back as the 1990s, that the development’s water withdrawals could adversely impact the Santuit and its trout, yet as recently as early October Willow Bend was advertising in the Boston Globe that new houses were being built that featured between 3 and 5 bathrooms.”

Completely ignored by the cape cod times. Along with many other factors. The times chose to make it appears as if it were the feds and tree-hugging herring-lovers that unwittingly killed off the brookies in their ignorance and zeal.

Another factor not mentioned is a brand new outpatient hospital built by creating a huge unnatural cliff over the stream right where it crosses route 28, with it’s big old paved parking lot looming above.


Re: Why I caught the striper

Just read again.
Damn, dude, I love this.

I’ve got a great quote from Jim Harrison, the gist of which is:

Everyone knows this land of oxygen is a crematorium.
Only the water is safe.

The second original “sin”: leaving the water.

There are too many “sins” to count.

And a drive to return to the inorganic.

Now I’m thinking that the only “sin”, when not perversely changed to its opposite (re: Nike, just do it), is to acknowledge the worth of his drive back.

Just don’t do it. How’s that?

And fish like it, too.



The spinner with its guides taped into place.
The guides are stunningly beautiful.
However, they are heavy and slow the rod down a lot, make it a littl bouncy, and change the grip spot back some more.
I am in a Dilema about whether to delay action enough to order Rec recoil spinning guides. Much lighter.


Split grip?

Split grip on spinning rod? Opinions?
Thinking I can grind the guide feet tomorrow when I’m over to my folks house for thanksgiving, and finally get wrapping a little.


Rolf disapproves, but I think it’s coolish, and it is very comfortable to be able to use a second hand and have a butt to jam in your gut.
It seems to balance the rod right in the hand.
But not “classic” at all.

Great lines from fishing movies

Here are some classic scenes from fishing movies.

My favorite is Quint’s monologue from Jaws, on the USS Indianapolis.

Incredible stuff.

I also appreciate the family redemption, through fly fishing, in A River Runs Through It. In this scene, Brad Pitt risks his life for the fish of a lifetime.

He’s a different sort of man, but his short life is redeemed in this moment.

Most fishing movies – or fish related movies – are man against beast, struggles for survival.

The next film is a first of its kind – Shark Attack 3 – and is groundbreaking for its romance story.

(Its a great scene, just don’t watch it at work…)

Re: Why I caught the striper


In psychoanalytic terms, we’d call you a “drive theorist”.
This is considered the highest and deepest perspective of analytic theory. It is so mysterious and hard to grasp most people just forget about it and say it’s useless.
But it’s not.

That was a nice fish you caught that day, by the way.

Real nice.

I think big bass are like baitfish. They roll right over and say “get this thing out of my mouth and end this”.

It’s the little bastards that don’t know how to behave.

Freud had this idea, not surprisingly towards the end of his life, that all life has a drive towards death (one toward life, too). The death drive is essentially a desire to return to the inorganic…like rocks and dirt and stuff. To release all tension.

The balance to this is the life drive which seeks to increase tension, and unite disparate parts (like, for instance, banging booty).

This death drive and life drive are commonly “fused”.

For example, nothing like the sleep one gets after banging great booty, chowing down a left over turkey leg, and passing out.

The efforts put forth to get the booty increase tension, but this pursuit, if done right and completed, ends in the complete lowering of tension.

Then the whole shit starts all over.

So, we pack up our rods and hit the water again.


Why I caught the striper

In the beginning (Biblical reference, and admission of the unscientific nature of my explanation), there were single celled organisms. The world was amoebas. I will call it the Amoeba World.

In the Amoeba World there was no internal conflict – the amoeba had a sense of inner peace, perhaps. So the Amoeba World is like an idyllic paradise – an Eden – of amoebas living without internal conflict.


Original sin is the evolution of multicellular organisms. And the intra-action that occurs within the individual – multicellular – organism.


The evolution of consciousness – human (or higher order animal intelligence) – and language isn’t the original sin that destroys the idyllic Eden of the single celled amoebas (please, give me a pass on the metaphor, amoeba is poetic word choice). Rather, the human mind – with words – can describe this internal conflict that existed in the earliest forms of multicellular life.


One of these early multicellular creatures – the subject of this lunacy – is the baitfish.

The baitfish – to my knowledge – has no language insofar as it does not communicate ideas with words.

But it is a conflicted creature, and this conflict, that exists within the dying baitfish – communicates a clear message to predators:

Eat me!

I’m not suggesting that the dying baitfish is a suicidal creature. Instead. I’m saying that there is a conflict within the baitfish – the dying baitfish – that sends a message to bigger, predatory fish, to dispatch of it. To swallow it, digest it, and reduce it to shit.


That message isn’t sophisticated human language. It is conflict.

The cells of the fish want to survive. When one has a burst of desire (metaphor) to live, perhaps a chemical or electrical energy is released, which is received as if it were a message by all the other cells that make up the baitfish. It causes synchronous, reflexive, unconscious motion.

It isn’t flight directed by the brain of the baitfish.

It is synchronized – the burst of motion in the dying baitfish – because there is no message from the brain to supersede it. There are no instructions coming from the brain to do some other, synchronous motion – like to change direction, or to go lay an egg, or something like that.

So the cells of the dying fish are like individuals now – not taking orders from the brain.

I am suggesting that random bursts of energy – that cause flight in a single celled organism – can be perceived and acted upon, synchronously, by a population of single celled organisms in close proximity.

The dying baitfish is like a concentration of individual single celled organisms now…

The sudden, impulses that appear to be coordinated by a brain are not coordinated by the brain at all.

The brain is resigned.

It gives up control.

But the cells don’t ever give up.

And so the cells are saying “I am alive, I am organic, I am edible.”

The bursts of motion say that.

And the cells won’t stop bursting with motion, at random intervals, because the brain does not put a stop to it.

Perhaps it can’t. It is dying.

But this is the biological basis of altruism.

The brain goes passive.

It allows death to come.

While the individual cells still struggle for life.

It is this conflict between the parts and the whole that gives the baitfish up as easy prey to the predator fish.

And it saves the rest of the baitfish from being targeted, at least under conditions where there isn’t a blitz or some other survival mechanism that causes more aggressive predation that doesn’t discriminate between the weak and the strong.

So why did I catch the striper?

Long casts, quick retrieves.

They suck in ordinary conditions.


Because under ordinary conditions, predators take out the weak and dying baitfish, and they behave like I just described.

The long cast and quick retrieve means a top water presentation.

It won’t catch fish.

But the irony is this…

The long cast is life. The quick retrieve is urgency.

It is coordinated by a conscious brain – yours – whose identity is being defined, in the moment, relative to the success of his peer fishermen.

You cast long and strong, and retrieve quick and energetically, because you are competing with your fellow fishermen.

Like a strong baitfish who ain’t never gonna get eaten.

Now I, on the other hand, cast short and deep.

I was tired and depressed.

My mind was not so much guiding the motions of my fly.

Instead, you guys kinda forced me to be out there fishing.

And thank God you did.

Because, ironically, nature has a way of giving itself up to the weak.

The strong striper to me.

Just like it works the other way as well.

The weak, dying baitfish to the striper.


Re: Site revisions

Chuck, The revisions are gonna happen.

My oldest son is getting ready for kindergarten, and I am spending lots of time stressing about that.

GB Mag is my shit, and it is great. But the school stuff puts it all in perspective. That will bring me peace, when its sorted out, and I will lose my sense of perspective again.

I will be very pleased if/when we build a huge audience and website.

But I also would be just as happy if mags like Drake went bankrupt, and were off the shelves.

My point is that I can find happiness in many ways – not only in my own success, or my friends’ happiness, but also in the failings of others who publish online mags – particularly Drake.

So, in this moment – where I have perspective – I will share this wisdom:

Watching people fail actually can be more gratifying than personal success – which is selfish by nature and narcissistic. It is a shallow existence, to want only good for oneself, without praying for pestilence to fall upon one’s imaginary enemies.

Chuck, the real motivation is to build a beautiful site.

It’s being built.

We will get there.


Re: Site revisions

You sound John, like a man who is at peace and comfortable living in his own skin.

Good for you.

But I must say that you are much more interesting when you get all hell-bent on world domination.

So until this interlude of serenity wears off…namaste.

In the current issue, I think Max’s Captain’s Log Back to the Future edition is wonderful. There was some real bleeding on the page to get to the truth in that article.