Gertrude Stein was speaking of flowers. But, I also wonder if it really matters what
kind of fish we catch? A thing is what it is.
We cast our flies on the water hoping for a bite. We wait
for a tug. Does it really matter what tugs?
Recently I found myself throwing streamers in several warm
water ponds inhabited with Bass. The bass ambushed the flies like sharks. The
tugs were forceful, solid and full of life holding deep in mystery.
A tug is a tug is a tug.
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