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!