For those of you who followed my Sidewalk Tarot blog (Gotta Try for the Big One) yesterday: Sequel: LANDING THE BIG ONE Walking my dog in the park this morning, I come upon another fisherman, casting his line from a gap in the bull rushes at the western end of the lake. Have you ever caught anything in this lake? I ask him. Oh yeah. I just caught a bass as big as my tackle box. The biggest fish I ever caught in my life. The tackle box is large and chunky. A bass that size would certainly be a Big fish. My inner skeptic tells me Im listening to a wannabe fishermans wishful tale. I have never seen anyone catch anything big in these waters. I am rounding the end of the lake when I hear shouts, Hey! Hey! I got one! I cant see clearly through the rushes, but when I walk a little further on I see the fisherman hoisting his rod high in the air, for me to see what hes hooked. That fish really is as long as his tackle box. He unhooks the fish and lets it drop back in the water. Has he got a bass trained to appear on command? Is this the Law of Eternal Return (in two senses)? Whatever. Ill carry yesterdays catch phrase with me today. Gotta Try for the Big One. A snatch of Ovid returns to me. Chance is always powerful. Let your hook always be cast; in the pool where you least expect it, there will be fish. You can read the whole blog here: mossdreams.blogspot/2014/08/sidewalk-tarot-gotta-try-for-big-one.html
Posted on: Sun, 31 Aug 2014 14:03:20 +0000