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About JK

JK is a fly tier. I try to discourage his tying, because he is naturally talented, and I am not. There are things he can do on the water that I will never comprehend, or be able to do myself. For example, he can catch fish. He can also reel in a fish after hooking it. His pheremones make the nymphs horny, and bugs emerge when he’s near.

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Ode to June 20th

There are times when I wake up from my narcissism and look outward.

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Not often.

But every once in a while.

Usually due to some disaster.

Because I am foolish.

When I need someone, because I can’t stand to be with myself at the time.

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When I broke my hip there were some in my life who were scared.

And told me all I did wrong.

And what I must do differently from now on.

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So as not to make them ever worry again.

Which is inevitable.

And so, much more painful and enduring than any injury.

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And there were those who made me well.

And talked with me.

And took naps with me.

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And came fishing with me.

And offered me understanding and hope, and with that,

perspective.

A repair of the healthy components of my narcissism.

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Thank you, my friends:

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-JK.

Ode to June 20th

There are times when I wake up from my narcissism and look outward.

Not often.

But every once in a while.

Usually due to some disaster.

Because I am foolish.

When I need someone, because I can’t stand to be with myself at the time.

When I broke my hip there were some in my life who were scared.

And told me all I did wrong.

And what I must do differently from now on.

So as not to make them ever worry again.

Which is inevitable.

And so, much more painful and enduring than any injury.

And there were those who made me well.

And talked with me.

And took naps with me.

And came fishing with me.

And offered me understanding and hope, and with that,

perspective.

A repair of the healthy components of my narcissism.

Thank you, my friends:

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-JK.

Upper Delaware River – reply

I enjoyed your manifesto!
Gettin a little riled! All right!
Though I’ve never seen you use an actual quill Gordon, I support the spirit and love 100%!

I wish that place weren’t so “posted.”
It’s a shame.
Gotta explore in the actual conservation land more, perhaps.
And actually use a quill Gordon like he would have.
That would be a fun adventure.

-JK.

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Got one

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Got one.

On the Spey fly, which was a particular thrill. The fly didn’t sink much in the current, but I was working it over the edge of a shallow bar with a nice drift that I thought held promise.

Great night to be out. Got em on the last cast, the wind had just gone from zero to 30 from the north. I was afraid of letting go of a crutch and having it wash away. I would have been fucked.

Had a great time being out with Billy. He took some pics which I will send in when he sends them.

The Ospreys were out.

And the fiddlers.

My fish was smaller, but very strong.

I’m
Exhausted.

Being entirely on one leg is hard.

But I feel great.

Probably won’t do that again for a while. Like, it won’t be a nightly thing for me, though I would love it if it could be.

But it’s too much for me
To do that.

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Got one

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Got one.

On the Spey fly, which was a particular thrill. The fly didn’t sink much in the current, but I was working it over the edge of a shallow bar with a nice drift that I thought held promise.

Great night to be out. Got em on the last cast, the wind had just gone from zero to 30 from the north. I was afraid of letting go of a crutch and having it wash away. I would have been fucked.

Had a great time being out with Billy. He took some pics which I will send in when he sends them.

The Ospreys were out.

And the fiddlers.

My fish was smaller, but very strong.

I’m
Exhausted.

Being entirely on one leg is hard.

But I feel great.

Probably won’t do that again for a while. Like, it won’t be a nightly thing for me, though I would love it if it could be.

But it’s too much for me
To do that.

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Striper spring

Hey Tom,

The leg was busted all the way off.
But it is healing well. I will need to remain on crutches/walker for quite a while.

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That’s ok: I needed the break, so to speak.

I noticed the other day that I am turning into a striper.

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Then I received this picture yesterday, from my friend, Billy. It is in his yard where we sometimes park.  Remember? 

Large ones at the river already.

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So I’ve rigged my rod, and tied on one of my favorite tube flies from my tying this winter as an offering to the first striper of the season.

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This day is beautiful. South wind, sunny. Warm.

I will hobble to the river this evening, should my leg allow,

And cast.

For the first time this year.

Cheers,

Jon

P.s. Don’t tell anyone else the river is on, yet. It’s nice to have a couple of weeks of the place to just friends like us.

I won’t be up in Boston for a couple of more weeks. 

I have decided to allow more time to complete my metamorphosis into morone sapien saxatilis.

JK – reply to Max

Hey Max, great write up, man. And happy birthday.

I really think that captain’s log was the best yet.

Stu, tell me how to find the video.

Today here on the Cape was the best yet. Makes me yearn for the Quashnet.

I sat in the backyard half naked and did computer work. Not quite the same, but good anyway.

I’m feeling stronger everyday.

I’ve gone to the basement and retrieved my seven weight, rigged it with my new clear floater and added an intermediate poly leader and a bit of flouro tippet, with one of my best tube flies attached. Ogled it for quite a while.

Ready to get into the river and try to get a schoolie, or at least watch Max do it.

Would have loved to have a whisky, beer and smoke stream side with friends. I miss that very much.

I will miss the cabin this spring immensely. That depresses me more than anything else. And I’d like to use my two hander in the river, but I don’t think I can do that with crutches, so my river spey will be delayed one more year, though I’m getting better on the ponds with it from last fall.

Max: find any other day than a Friday night to come down and hit the river? One with nice weather. We’ll do it right.

Thanks for the pictures and the write-up, friends.

Miss you all