plume

you can learn alot in this world by simply listening. You can probally learn even more by opening your mouth and asking questions. To make a difference, or to sway the oponions of others you may have to apply some pressure. Just like you tell/will tell your kids "you can do anything if you set your mind to it. Now, im nobody to talk about motivational this or that mumbo jumbo...i myself do live a simple and undisturbed life.

Years ago I experienced something while fishing that had recently come back into my life. Now, ive been through some surreal and trippy things while adventuring the outdoors and some are unexplainable and others are mysteries which require the pathways of a long road ahead to even begin to solve.
Putting aside my jar of honey (same pond as the following experience)
also putting aside the naked woman in the woods by penny's pond
and also putting aside my bobcat encounter in hampton bays

i now bring into play my 4th oddest experience in nature which at the time being i could only explain as "mercury rising"

Standing in beaver lake (whb) in my waders fishing. Now what else would i be doing right? I started to notice something very strange happening in the waters. Excuse me Under the waters. All around me these newfangles bubbles started making their way up from the ground. They were very bright and high in collor and obviously uncomparable to anything ive ever seen before...ever! They were tiny and had the pinkish/purple glaze as do the bubbles that kids blow. When they were about 1 foot from the surface of the water they popped and a magiacal firework-like explosion would take place just beside me. All over my surrounding areas i had thought i was hallucinating. I called my cuzin on the phone. "dude you gotta come down here and check this out" when he finally came, he had forgotten his waders or hadnet expected my encounter to be hard to reach. now, my conclusion was that i had been wading through some mercury rising. (it's a fact that there are high traces of mercury in fish and you shouldnt eat over a certain number of fish every month) my cousin told me i was full of shit and his only guess was that i had steped in turtle eggs. He had a strange smile as if it were a joke. Turtle eggs? dude you have to be kidding me.

about a month ago on the short bus, directly after picking up my aide (brandy) and my speonk guys and girls I would turn onto speonk-riverhead road. At that particullar corner for about a week was a large truck with a hugh vertical drill. they had been drilling for who knows what. This took place for a few days and there were about 8 or 9 yellow barrels filled with mystery that had either been put into the ground or taken from underneath a small layer of our earth.

I looked up into the mirror "hey brandy what do you think theyre drilling for there?"
"I have no idea, but it is really weird cuz theyve been there for a few days now right?"
"oh yea, it truely is a mystery. theres no oil or any natural good things that would be going on?

the men surrounding the big drill had those bright collored coats as if they were hadardous material workers.
mine and brandys converstaion was inturrupted by willie how was dancing and singing. I looked back in the mirror "go willy go willy"
"he has am amazing sense of rythim, like he could be some weird b-boy rapper hype man guy or something" and we both laughed as willy proceeded to dance.
the drilling truck dissapeared and the mystery was left in my head until yesterday.
Yesterday on the way to mary's (family friend) birthday diner at jr's steakhouse we took speonk-riverhead road. Along the way we talked of gabreski airport and how 70 years ago they used to do airplane bomb drops for testing in that area. In the car was three teachers two of which were in the biology and science departments now all are retired. Mary explained that her friend who lived on peters lane whb had a big issue with the government because of some underground contamanitation that had been making her kids sick fro years. This issue was resolved out of court which means that anything resolution out of court is a private aggrement usually money induced. The amount of money givena and received in out of court aggrements is forever not to be talked and the situation is over forever. Theres no returning to court due to the ongoing problem. The government has things to hide and most likeley paid her a very high amount of money to keep whatever it was that she knew to herself.

now let me take a quick walk into the living room and grab the southampton press off of the table- because when i sat down to eat my egg sandwich the cover article made my hair stand on its end.
Richard was on the computer
"hey rich what does plume mean"
"its like an underground spreading contamination"
"well did you read this article in the southampton press about speonk-riverhead road. Does this have something to do with the bombs thaty we were talking about yesterday on the dinner"
"yeash it does but they dont say that. Those toxic chemicals that old army used is liek de-greaser. strong and horrible stuff"

Now i cannot guarantee that my experience with the bubbling firework chemicals whilst in my waders is directle related to the old bomb testing. Just maybe , if this shit stays in the ground long enough maybe it did make its way into the ponds, pools, underwater tap water and springs.

"a colloe code map supplied by the d.e.c. vis freedom of information law request shows the concentration levels of three contaminates- tetracholroethylene (pce), trichloroetthylene (tce) and chlorororm found in the speonk plumes.

maybe my experience with the firecrackerbubbles could have been any of the three toxic chemicals seeping its way under waders and into our drinking glasses.

im not shure how me sitting here addressing mystery issues may benefit others. Maybe just to inform. personally id rather be stepping on turtle eggs than drinking the local tap water. But i like turtles and wouldnt dare want to harm their existance. Who knows ....maybe they have a hard enough time as it is living in an underwater habitat filled with chemicals and toxins.

Rainbow

So lateley ive been fueled by wonderfull easy listening music, and ive been seeking collor in the world as well. Making note's in into my fishing journal that read of alsoluteley amazing places and people. Experiences based on collor and adventure with an outcome of realization. Maybe every individual could take the feeling of inspitration in different ways. It could come from seeing something amazing, or a feeling, or a journey or maybe just a person. Its always a difficult subject to write about and in no way shall i preach my ways into circles.

I sit here eating my rainbow cookies, and think what i would want to share with anyone. More importantly is how i co about telling folk of greatness, adventure and collor.

Just yesterday i had my hip boots and was jumping from rock to rock alongside 20 mile creek in vermont. My buddy was somewhere behind me and on the opposing side of the river. We hadnt seen any fish nor any pools that may be capable of holding fish. The creek was thin and shalow with rocks everywhere and everywhich way. The tiny river opened up a touch and and interesting breese found its way across my face. As i rounded the corner my eyes were glued to big boulders and a waterfall. The tiny creek widened and i started myway up the mountain of rocks. I climbed and admired the beauty. It was like nothing ive ever seen beofre. Hidden away off into the woods and at the end of a dirt road I found myself inspired just a touch. Inspiration? i thought to myself. How on earth could i write about it in hopes of describing the beauty of the boulder breeze. I pulled out some extra line and went into my casting rhythim with an attempt to hit some midwaterfall-rock pool. It was quiet and my thoughts wandered away from the beauty of my surroundings. I had to take a deep breath and turn around to admire the view. Even if i dont get to ever write about this moment I can paste a picture into my head. Forever. "You know what matt....this experience is for you and you alone. Who cares if you get to promote beauty in the world through writing." well my friend there i was arguing my own thoughts

it's

just

nice

to

be

here.

Its truely been a trip. The whole spring-theme. Rainbow cookies and spring in the hamptons. Writings from a wanna be outdoorsman. What on earth would i have to say?

maybe its pretty. all those sunsets and sunrises.

It truely has been nice.

And ive decided that i enjoy it

with no regrets as to late-blooming

a career or a pathway or even my forever

"nitche in society"

at the time, im aware of greatness,

and in some strange way maybe im a part of it as well

the beauty hidden away, yet right there in the words you read.

And then as odd as it sounds. on may 22nd , a special time in my existance i saw a rainbow over a rainbow. It was absolutley wonderfull and now that i think about it im not shure if ive ever seen something so collorfull. different than my rainbow cookie.

And to you mr pumpkinseed. How ever important youve come to my collor-seeking eyes. A great entry into the fishing journal. I have been blessed with your beauty multiple times and locations already this year. Upper peconic and even upper newyork state. mOst of all my friend was that time when me and christian went to catch pond seeking "some pure pumpkinseed fishing" christian was awarded with the "catch pond tripple play" meaning that he has succesfully caught/released and safely landed all three species in the pond. I for one stook there in my hip boots and fly casted "kesslers creation" of a fly at the pumpkinseed patch. the connection that i have with pumpkinseeds is....everytime they bite/wiggle/run thir scrappy fighting selves away from me, its for the one reason that i have hooken them.

and

then

I

smile

and

think

to

myself

"man

what

a

pretty

fish"

And my friend the chain pickerel, early spring...early, early Ive danced with you as well. Your an amaxing fighter and camoflauge yourself into the waters. to you my friend the "waterwolf" lacking in collor. making up for it in being a part of my adventures. The seccond largest pickerel i hafe caught in my life. Even though of trophy proportions, his home is in the waters and that is where i placed him.

ONE

MOMENT

OF

FUN

IS

FOREVER

IN

MY

MIND

the greatest of my journeys (put aside the jar of honey and the rock) has been my adventure back to mystery river. The smallest headwater of the mighty black river. Here i was able to fish for the prittiest fish that i'd ever seen. They looked as if the colloring was chosen from a painters pallate. Brushed with beauty these native brookies were the most excellent of brookies anywhere. There location is a secret in which i was told "dude dont write about that, or anyways if you do dont give away the location" - mystery creek found its way into my advenutres and stories. Most of all , is the beauty that ive harnessed through the journey of

rock

jumping

and woodsing

my woodsman like self

through

the rugged

and

the real

woods.

than at the quogue canall with my buddy from work (on our break) i hooked into a 7 lb bluefish on my ultralight weight tackle. My reel sang like ive never before heard it sing and my rod didnt twich, it bounced around with a jumping smile on my face. I looked to my buddy smiling "its alot more fun on the light tackle, give the fish a chance"

gyotaku was done and turned out awesome.

And than the rainbow returned. It wasnt in the sky, it was hidden away in long islsnds rivers. I found beauty again. Wait , it wasnt past tense. I have been finding beauty in long islands rivers.

the carmans (formally known as snecdors) brought some rainbow to my life

but most of all the collor has made my existance a pretty one

and in retrospect -im still that little kid smiling from big rainbows.

and

rainbow

cookies!