trying to be patient, i’m not good at it, at least not yet. by nature i am a pursuer, a hunter. the men i’ve been closest to i have pursued. one tells me i was the ‘love of his life’ the other married me over the other, he said she ‘didn’t know how to fish.’

yes, i do know how to fish. used to be i was a good little fisherperson. once while salmon fishing in lake erie with a fiberglass rod i had a hit. i set the hook and the fish took out line, lots of it, finally snapped the pole near the handle, musta been a fine fish. there are stories my out-laws tell and so do i. my first winter visit to minnesota i bought whilte sorel boots, my white go-go boots with a fur collar. had my blue ESM parka, i was the blue blimp (at 120lbs.) also had down mitts to match from a frostline kit. fished in an ice house for the first time. amazed at how bright it could be under the water while sitting in the dark, glowing from below. fished outside the fish house with a drop line, new to me. had a hit, set the hook and what next, no reel and unused to wrapping the line on the handle i kept tension by running away from the hole, landed the fish. my outlaws referred to that as trolling.

fished in canada on lake nipissing, camp henry. all the family was there. i used a pikey lure and i caught fish hand over fist when no one else did. also a bat in the cabin caught in a fishing net by my bro. t and i went out with my dad, always an adventure. he had a past history of snagging a fishing companions child with a fish hook while casting. he did not put bait on a hook or take fish off. dad needed a lot of taking care of. t and i were willing. we were caught off guard when the weather changed quickly and severely. no chance to get back to camp. t had lots of boat and lake experience. he pulled into a somewhat protected area on a small island and landed us and secured the boat. all in raingear with no cover and all my dad wanted to do in the downpour was light a cigarette. wondering if we were in danger, whether the other boat got back safely and would they be worried about us. trying to light the damned cigarette and keeping it lit. we all shared it under our billed hoods. after maybe an hour the front passed and we fished our way back to camp.