Monday, April 9, 2018
Elegy For A Bait Fisherman, Fallen Comments
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We've lost the accommodating grin
Of a summer morning, the soft, derisive jeers
For we Anglers, our flies and our waders
With shoes wet with the morning dew
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7/26/2025 9:44:56 AM # 1.0.0
Excellent poem, Gordon. As a life long fly-fisher, I can really identify with this. Great handling of the tears metaphor, and I particularly like the autumn salmon tasting salt. The final stanza, which suggests the bait fisherman died because he fished so well the fish that took dragged him under, is a fine way to remember such a fellow. And the fist stanza has a nice touch of fly-fisher snobbery (With... a worm box of all things, you out-fished us) . A fine poem.
Thanks for the kind words, John. Fishermen are a unique breed...both bait and fly, and this was written for an Old Master of the former who passed on. Fishing is so spiritual, it's a theme I often return to... I'm pleased you enjoyed this, and thanks again for taking the time to comment.