Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Find Your Beach

With the work week coming to a close, my mind and body are shutting down. The only thing keeping me going is the anticipation of the weekend and some peace of mind. My beach. When the moment finally arrives, I glide out onto the water and a calm overcomes me. I am detached from the hustle and bustle of society, and enter a whole new web of life, where ospreys soar overhead, affixing their eyes on prizes far below. Great blue herons slowly stalk the shallows, and beavers work there way back and forth to their lodges in the fading light. Spawning carp violently break the calm of the surface, while red winged black birds atop cattails indicate spring. The calm placid surface of the water reflects the overcast sky, and my SUP yak runs through it. The smooth rhythm of a double haul soars over the water, and a decorated piece of foam lands with a plop. The bass emerges from his lair, and flushes down my fly in a whoosh. The crackling of gill plates indicate weight, and my fly rod strains to keep him out of the weeds. A freshly lipped bass is pulled overboard before being released back into the turbidity, and the web from whence it came.

Find your beach...

1 comment:

Feather Chucker said...

Great pics, those are some fatties.