Expression Failure & Fishing Success
I want to take you there. I want to use words that capture the ambience so that you feel like you were right there with me, next to my side. I want you to feel the cool raindrops and smell the wet forest. I want your heart to race like mine did, even to be out of breath. I want it to be just as real to you as it was to me.
Sometimes, I really wish I could just express myself. To some it comes quite easily. The moment their mouth opens you find yourself connecting with them. They communicate well, understand hopes and fears, and have a good grasp of their inner-life. All of these qualities are so far from me. Only in recent years were they even a part of my understanding of man's experience. So two nights ago when I was incredibly thrilled running through the forest on a muddy trail just before dark, I wanted to come back and write about it so you would really know what I'm talking about. I didn't want to describe and analyze it like I'm good at, but I wanted to bring you along with me in it.
Why? Because detailing and examining my experience would ruin it. And that's what I do quite naturally, scrutinize instead of relish. But I don't think that's what beauty is for. It's to take pleasure in.
So what is written above is the result of my inability to express myself.
But Monday night was awesome. It was a full moon, which meant great fishing. It was overcast, another plus. And to top it off, it was raining, which meant fishing would be very good. But even very good in Indiana is like catching 3 game fish (bass, pike). In about two and a half hours, I caught 8 largemouth bass, plump females full of eggs, and some weird half crappie, half bluegill. I've never had a better day of fishing in Indiana. I went to my secret spot on Griffey Lake and even caught a fish on my first cast. Amazing! All the bass were caught along an 80-yard stretch, and every good spot produced a fish. The TV professionals aren't even that good. Then, after all my fishing success, I had the sweet experience of running in the rain at late dusk through the trails of Griffey. It was exhilarating!
What I'm learning is that the whole experience was so cool that just telling you the facts about it seemed like I was stifling it. I wanted you to feel like you were there with me. I know some people can write like that and it was my intent to try. But I would have been here all night, and still ended up writing my frustrations instead. I guess that's discipline when you want to be good at everything. All that to say I had a great time fishing Monday night, caught a ton of fish, and wanted to share that with you. I hope this wasn't too painful.
PS Really, I didn't want to post this. It's somewhat whiny, a bit confusing, and too pensive. But that's me, I guess. While I'd like to clean it up so it's nice and tidy, I figure a little bit of dirt couldn't hurt.
Sometimes, I really wish I could just express myself. To some it comes quite easily. The moment their mouth opens you find yourself connecting with them. They communicate well, understand hopes and fears, and have a good grasp of their inner-life. All of these qualities are so far from me. Only in recent years were they even a part of my understanding of man's experience. So two nights ago when I was incredibly thrilled running through the forest on a muddy trail just before dark, I wanted to come back and write about it so you would really know what I'm talking about. I didn't want to describe and analyze it like I'm good at, but I wanted to bring you along with me in it.
Why? Because detailing and examining my experience would ruin it. And that's what I do quite naturally, scrutinize instead of relish. But I don't think that's what beauty is for. It's to take pleasure in.
So what is written above is the result of my inability to express myself.
But Monday night was awesome. It was a full moon, which meant great fishing. It was overcast, another plus. And to top it off, it was raining, which meant fishing would be very good. But even very good in Indiana is like catching 3 game fish (bass, pike). In about two and a half hours, I caught 8 largemouth bass, plump females full of eggs, and some weird half crappie, half bluegill. I've never had a better day of fishing in Indiana. I went to my secret spot on Griffey Lake and even caught a fish on my first cast. Amazing! All the bass were caught along an 80-yard stretch, and every good spot produced a fish. The TV professionals aren't even that good. Then, after all my fishing success, I had the sweet experience of running in the rain at late dusk through the trails of Griffey. It was exhilarating!What I'm learning is that the whole experience was so cool that just telling you the facts about it seemed like I was stifling it. I wanted you to feel like you were there with me. I know some people can write like that and it was my intent to try. But I would have been here all night, and still ended up writing my frustrations instead. I guess that's discipline when you want to be good at everything. All that to say I had a great time fishing Monday night, caught a ton of fish, and wanted to share that with you. I hope this wasn't too painful.
PS Really, I didn't want to post this. It's somewhat whiny, a bit confusing, and too pensive. But that's me, I guess. While I'd like to clean it up so it's nice and tidy, I figure a little bit of dirt couldn't hurt.
