{"id":3571,"date":"2011-07-08T03:05:53","date_gmt":"2011-07-08T10:05:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/216.92.17.21\/?p=3571"},"modified":"2011-07-08T03:18:10","modified_gmt":"2011-07-08T10:18:10","slug":"kaddish-trout","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/beitmalkhut.org\/?p=3571","title":{"rendered":"a kaddish for trout … and mosquitos"},"content":{"rendered":"

Our most recent kaddish meditation was for fly fisherman Syl Nemes<\/a>. The original article about him was in Erin’s dad’s blog, and his first paragraph caught my attention. \u00a0In there, he mentioned at one point encouraging people to share their experiences with fly fishing. \u00a0And so \u2014 I’m going to share mine.<\/p>\n

I know, I know \u2014 how dare I have warm fuzzy feelings about fly fishing now that I’m trying so hard to be a vegetarian?<\/p>\n

But the fact is, I used to have a thing for fly fishing. \u00a0While backpacking, that is. \u00a0Which means that we’re talking about a specialized (greatly shortened) rod and line for backpackers. Super lightweight. \u00a0I used to weigh absolutely everything when I’d pack my pack. \u00a0I had absolute contempt for the worm-people, as I called them. \u00a0There was just something so elegant about those flies. \u00a0The idea that you needed to know what the fish were eating before you tied your fly. \u00a0If you know what you’re doing, you can tell by just looking at what’s hovering over the water and what’s making the fish jump. \u00a0But to me they all just looked like little black spots. \u00a0It’s easier after you catch the first fish \u2014 because you gut it, and take a look at what it’s been eating and then hope (if you’re no expert, like I’m no expert) that you packed the right flies in your little backpacker’s fly kit. The assumption being that if you’re like me you haven’t a clue how to tie your own flies.<\/p>\n

Maybe the most important thing I ever learned from fly fishing was respect for mosquitos.<\/p>\n

Before fly fishing, I had this attitude about mosquitos. Kill ’em. \u00a0Slather stuff on yourself to keep them away. \u00a0Light citronella or a campfire to keep them away. \u00a0Hide in the tent at dawn and at dusk.<\/p>\n

But after becoming entranced with fly fishing, those two times of the day became magical for me. \u00a0The mosquitos were out. There’d be great fly fishing!<\/p>\n

We’d be way up in the High Sierra. \u00a0Hiking out of Tuolumne Meadows up the John Muir trail, heading south. On short trips we head off trail to some lakes we knew. \u00a0We’d go for weekends. Then three day weekends. Then whole weeks. And then … it took a lot of planning, but we backpacked the John Muir trail for a month, from Tuolumne Meadows to Bishop \u2014 about 120 miles, give or take, and well, on a long trip there’s only so much freeze-dried food you can stand. The entire trail is 211 miles, and for a chunk of it we were also on the Pacific Crest Trail.<\/p>\n

Now, true \u2014 I’ve camped (on one of my trips) 7,000 miles diagonally through Africa. And sure, it took three months to do. I’ve camped completely across the Sahara Desert (although just from north to south), and across the Ituri rainforest of the Congo (which at the time was called Zaire) and in the breathtaking mountains of Rwanda. \u00a0On other trips, I’ve camped the mountains of Morocco. \u00a0Across at least half of Europe \u2014 from sleeping in sheep grazing fields in Bulgaria to the Bois de Boulogne just outside Paris. I’ve camped in Madrid and Toledo and the entire Costa Brava heading south. Camped in the former Yugoslavia in rainstorms. Oh. And across the USA too. The game parks of East Africa \u2014the Serengeti, Ngoro Ngoro Crater, Lake Manyara, Amboseli and the Olduvai Gorge. \u00a0Sleeping (and stupidly, cooking) right out there with hyenas, giraffes, elephants, and \u00a0\u2014<\/p>\n

But nothing \u2014nothing\u2014 compares to the stark, clean beauty of the High Sierra. Or nothing I’ve seen so far. Clean, is my word for it. \u00a0This sense of pristine beauty. \u00a0Okay, yes \u2014 the Sahara has that. \u00a0But\u2014<\/p>\n

So. \u00a0Fly fishing.<\/p>\n

Mosquito respect. \u00a0Mosquitos weren’t useless, potentially disease ridden, ruiners of vacations. \u00a0No! \u00a0They were the harbingers of tasty trout to come. \u00a0Brook trout. Brown trout. Rainbows. Depending on where we were.<\/p>\n

I remember being shocked the first time my trout were as red inside as salmon \u2014 and equally as yummy. \u00a0I don’t remember what they were eating that made them so, but there it was again \u2014 know what they’re eating so that you know what you’re eating. And you know which fly to use. \u00a0Not once did I ever catch a fish using a hook and a worm. \u00a0I think the worms were so freaked out that the trout just kept away. \u00a0The flies just didn’t have that problem.<\/p>\n

The tastiest trout I remember on that month-long backpacking trip was when we hadn’t seen a human soul in about a week or two. We’d had nothing but freeze-dried everything for over a week. And here was this exquisite little lake. \u00a0I caught six browns and we had three for dinner, using the freeze-dried cornbread mix as batter. It was the most delicious thing I’d ever had in my life. \u00a0Or felt that way then, at least. \u00a0The other three we put in our cooking pot, tied the lid and put a leash on it, and left it in the river overnight to keep icy cold \u2014 and keep the bears away. \u00a0Tying freshly caught trout up on our bear-proof line between two trees didn’t seem like a very good idea. Breakfast was as yummy as the night before.<\/p>\n

I’ve never done catch-and-release. \u00a0Don’t think I could. \u00a0If I’m catching \u2014 I’m eating.<\/p>\n

When I think of fly fishing, I think of being what feels like a million miles away from villages, cities and most of humanity. \u00a0No anarchy and drums of insurrection. No starvation. No disease. No inequality. No corruption. When I think of fly fishing I think of those high elevation icy lakes along the John Muir trail. And pitching my little tent in exactly the right spot. And not saying a word for days at a time. And setting one foot in front of the other in the chill of the morning before it’s just too hot to walk. And saying thank you to the mountains.<\/p>\n

And thank you to trout.<\/p>\n

And thank you to mosquitos.<\/p>\n

And thank you for the joy of being able to skip my flies across the surface of the water more convincingly than worms in a fishing hole, just hanging out.<\/p>\n

And thank you, Erin and Paul, for transporting me to a lovely memory of all too many years ago. The beautiful High Sierra. Fly fishing. \u00a0And\u2014<\/p>\n

And why (for me) being a vegetarian is such a hard hard struggle.<\/p>\n

Did I mention how hard it is?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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