At 9:30 pm on New Year’s eve, wearing my jammies, I wondered if I should open the bottle of cheap champagne I bought for New Year’s eve 2005. But I don’t like the stuff, my wife won’t drink it, and the bottle has become an important item of lowbrow decor in our household, perfectly complementing the broken futon and the empty mayonnaise jar collection . So nah, I’ll skip it again, and save it for a similar contemplation next year. I’m not a big New Year’s celebrator, though I like to think I’ve done my modest part in life to increase the general social level of drunkenness and debauchery, and thus have paid proper tribute to the spirit of the New Year’s eve celebration. Anyway, the date is meaningless to the universe at large. Anyone not aware of our arbitrary calendar (aliens, say), would not recognize the day we call January 1st as an important beginning for anything. The day of the winter solstice is what matters. I always feel an excitement on this day, a sense of lifting burdens and heightened prospects. The worst of winter still lies ahead, but there will only be more good clean daylight in which to face it. I like to fish in significant blocks of time that end at dark. When dark comes in the middle of the afternoon, life sucks. So we’re over that hump and into the new year.
Last year I fished a bit less, in terms of number of trips, than I have for many years. It was my first full year of multi-offspring parenting, so I’ll just blame the situation on that. I completely missed the fall striper thing, and that didn’t feel too bad, actually. I’m consciously accumulating a vicious, pent-up, heart-full of blackest grudge against stripers that I will unleash in the spring, causing shock and awe in striperdom. So last week I reset the clock and fished for trout. I went alone to a mountain stream and caught, frankly, an assload of little wild trout. I like it in the mountains on dim, lonely winter days.
I have no idea what this is all about.
I took the kids fishing. They tend to get soft during the holidays, and I can’t abide it. They need a dose of stern survivalist reality in mid-winter. So we took some worms we’ve had in the fridge since August and went out to the water. We couldn’t catch any fish and so spent the time looking for scorpions, which is educational and something the kids enjoy. Couldn’t find any of those either.
Did you notice the lowbrow angler got hacked a few days ago? Probably not. Not to worry though, we’re all clean and disease free now.