(photo by Gabriella)
The old man had fished trout steams all over the country. He had the best tackle money could buy, everything his many guides had recommended. He’d fished in clear mountain streams and beside raging rivers. He’s caught salmon, walleye, perch, and pike.
Now in retirement he has met his match. Every morning he sits along the stream in the little town near his home, patiently casting his line over and over, trying to catch the elusive trout that live in its deep pools.
finding refuge
under an old stone bridge
native trout
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Haibun Monday # 6 at d’Verse
rhymeswithbug 
And that’s why they call it ‘fishing’ and not ‘catching.’ 😉
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I admire fishermen as I would never have the patience to sit and wait. I like that this man has found his match and things are not as easy as they used to be.
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I have known people like him! Dedication to fishing. For my dad, I believe it was a kind of meditation. Those are the feelings I get from your haibun.Dedication and meditation.
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Thanks for your comment 😊
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You’re welcome!
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What patience and dedication to fishing, smiles ~ Love the character you painted here ~
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Thanks much
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Ha, good that he has met his match; but I bet he enjoys the challenge and continues to hope!!
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I love this. 🙂
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Oh I love this.. I guess the elusiveness of the trout is the real lure… I agree with De.. it’s certainly not catching.. much more fishing and trying.
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thanks so very much!
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The trout giving him a run for his money is keeping him young at heart. So much said in just a few words. Lovely.
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🙂 thanks!
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This is my favourite of all today’s haibun that I have read so far. The best equipment is sometimes no better than the pole and line baited with a toffee paper with which I caught our can’t breakfast in the 1940s. Thaks for the memory.
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so glad I could bring back a good memory
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cat’s -not can’t!
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I love this image of the fisherman – so vivid!
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thanks much!
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That is a peaceful way to spend his days….peaceful for the fish, too, as long as they manage to elude him. Smiles.
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thanks
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Journey fishing
no catching
catching no
fishing Journey
onLy
fishes..
Pole
lines
Whole..:)
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oh yes, fishing is a journey
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SMiLes.. Yes.. but i hate to kill the fish..;)
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My late stepfather was a keen trout fisherman. I enjoyed reading this.
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thanks 😉
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What a lovely story .. I enjoyed the irony in the champion fisherman casting for elusive trout .. you conclusive haiku is great!
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Thanks bunches!
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Real welcome!
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A fish story that could relate to life in general. Perhaps his days of triumph are over and he must relish in the memories. There are always new places to cast our lines…
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Beautiful fish haibun, Candy! My dad is a fisherman… oh the stories he has told! *laughs*
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thanks – my husband is the fisherman in our family
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My pleasure 🙂
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