ah, the joys of going back through old photos and finally seeing them correctly for the first time ! taken last fall in the Scottish Highlands, i had left mates Al and Bob to search ahead for any trout that might want to play, did a quick turn-around before passing the peak to take in the scenery and take a quick phone pic. distinctly remembering at the time that i would probably edit out my buddies because they’re just far away indistinct spots (sorry guys… ) and just keep the image for its lanscapeness but a closer several-months-later look revealed that at the very same instant the shutter button was pressed, as we can see from the ring, a trout had taken Al’s fly.
i can imagine three possible explanations to this rare beauty and only one makes sense.
– there was nothing above such as a tree or whatever where water could have fallen and frozen stalagmite-like.
– water could have been pushed up from the ground. that’s indeed plausible but by the inner bubble formations it would seem that they expanded outwards from the ice formation’s core and not from the ground.
– fairies made this just for me to force me to question everything i’ve learned and accepted as fact so far. i’ll take this one.
Loren Eiseley’s fantastic “If there is magic on the planet, it is contained in Water” quote instantly comes to mind and today’s little discovery couldn’t be a finer example of what she meant. i wonder if she too believes in fairies.
what i’ve mostly been showing here are images of fish i’ve caught on the fly, photographed and released.
this one’s a little different because it didn’t want to take my offering , refused it and all the other flies i tried and decided to come hang around my legs while i was trying (unsuccessfully… ) for it’s other friends. it even brushed against my left leg when i was trying to find the ‘right fly’, changing from dry to nymph !
first reaction was of course to just freeze and enjoy the moment but after about a minute into this ‘new friendship’ i wondered if it realized exactly what i was: a for-all-intents-and-purposes predator. after-all they don’t know that i’ll gently put them back.
so, as a first, i took a step, then two, then three and my little friend just followed, gently circling, going back and forth with no signs whatsoever of any fear, anxiety, or whatever reactions/emotions we might typically associate with fish/human interactions. after a few more minutes i remembered the ever present camera and it eagerly came to check out this new object in it’s territory. very closely.
a special moment without the need for hooks, hunter/prey roles and slimy-stinky hands. as always, i’m already looking forward to the same old- set the hook, play, net, photo session and release fishing but this was a thought provoking treat. i hope we meet again.
that can turn fishing and casting instruction into special moments.
helping a kid hook up to his first fish
seeing the ‘click’ in the student’s eyes when things go from rough
and the unexpected visit of an onlooker behind your back.
the trip back is always a little sad but there’ll be more. lots more.