Today in the News: There are lots of ways to follow us. Facebook is likely the most popular. What I know is that I have a lot of blogs that I like to read. However, in the rush of each day I sometimes forget to read them for weeks at a time. Looking up The Sharpened Axe on Facebook and clicking “like” will put us in your news feed.
In addition, we do have what is now a poor excuse for an online store. You’d think we were selling cancer. Heck, I think cancer sells better. Stop by. Take a browse. Spend some money you don’t have.
I’ve never been a fisherman. In my family, I was the hunter. With a gun drawn to my shoulder, I was able to harvest. I was not a target master; like my grandfather, I was mostly able to kill what presented itself.
And that’s what it was. A presentation. I’m not sure why, but the animals were usually there for me. I never thought too deeply into it.
My brother, on the other hand, was pretty poor at the hunting game. I’m sure he would disagree with me when and if he reads this. It isn’t an insult. It is a contrast. My brother was the fisherman. He could catch fish in a mud puddle. He could ice fish. I remember sitting on Little Machias Lake, freezing to death and miserable. My brother would have his parka on, hood pulled over his hole, nose almost in the water, jigging smelt from the bottom of the lake.
I’ve never been a fisherman. However, fishing does appeal to me. I’d like to be a fly fisherman.
If I don’t become a fly fisherman, it is okay. I’ll film them. In the spring. On the North and South Platte. If you’re headed that way, shoot me an email.
I know that some of you don’t like videos, but this one is worth it. A family that fishes together and a dad who makes bamboo fly poles. Anyone who crafts like this is good in my book.
Pax Domini Sit Semper Vobiscum,
Mike, Oscar, Hotel….out