My Will

I believe,
In the lushness of life. In the Sweet
nectar dripping from the Holy Petals
of the Lord's rose. Our malfunctions
and sorrowful mistakes are a prick
from a stems thorn, and our minds
are trowels digging.

When my time upon this Godly Earth's been tried too much, when I cannot take anymore abuse I shall set myself free, and into the woods I'll walk. Alone I'll ramble, to far reaches of eastern forests; virgin timber stands I promise to not deflower! No, for those places I cherish are far too accepting, too welcoming, to shun or make miserable. For those places say to me "Welcome, my son, do not be afraid, into the mountains we elate!" I'll walk miles too far, to fair and lovely creeks to fish and wish I'd never been soured by ugly cities and concrete monstrosities! I'll sit. I'll do nothing at all. Just sit by the creek and let the cedar stained waters of the Great Northland through my veins. Through me it shall surge, warming all the while, and I will do nothing at all by sit, smile and feel like the child I once was. Yes, for it'd been better if my womb was pure like Michigan waters. Born on a crisp mountain morning; my father and mother the Sun and Moon, the stars my siblings and the pine boughs below me sway lullabies. I wake, anew, born again and thank God to be alive and well in His house, His holy woods and I know nothing will ever taint me or cause me to act impure, for I refuse to leave here. No, I shan't return; those I've known will no longer know, they've forgotten me like I forgot them. No longer will they hear from me. I'll live peacefully for my remaining days, content and happy like a child with an honest, pure, smile. I'll never think again of those sickly ties, no, I shan't reminisce. For the life I've known is nothing compared to this.

Bertha, don't you come around here anymore.

I had a hard run, runnin' from your window.I was all night running, running, Lord I wonder if you care,I had a run in, run around, and run down.Run around the corner, corner, Lord run smack in to a tree.I had to move, really had to move,That's why if you please, I am on my bendin' knees,Bertha don't you come around here anymore.Dressed myself in green, I went down unto the sea.Try to see what's goin' down, try to read between the lines.I had a feelin' I was fallin', fallin', fallin',I turned around to see,Heard a voice al callin', Lord you was comin' after me.I had to move, really had to move,That's why if you please, I am on my bendin knees,Bertha don't you come around here anymore.Ran into a rainstorm, I ducked back into a bar door.It's all night pourin', pourin', pourin',Lord but not a drop on me.Test me, test me,Test me, test me, test me,Why don't you arrest me?Throw me in to the jailhouse,Lord until the sun goes down, 'till it goes down.I had to move, really had to move,That's why if you please, I am on my bendin' knees,Bertha don't you come around here anymore.I had to move, really had to move,That's why if you please, I am on my bendin' knees,Bertha don't you come around here anymore.

Clark Fork River: September 7

Clark Fork River fishing: The Clark Fork river is fishing well recently. With high water trout have plenty of living space. Fish closely along the bank, targeting the shelf and adjacent current anomolies and foam lines with a hopper patterns such as a Madame X, Stahlcup's Hopper, or similar. Yellow, Peach and Cream colored bodies work well. The best days are warm, slighlty overcast days with wind. Drop off an Olive Hare's Ears size 14,16,18. Also fish Flashback Pheasant tail in those same sizes. Targer pockets behind boulders and other obstructions. Take is often agressive. The hopper/dropper method is a sure way to take fish in these late, late summer days.