This, from my 92 year old Mother, when she found out I had gone fishing while while still fighting the H1N1 flu:

Down to the Rivers Again

With apologies to John Masefield

I must go down to the rivers again,
To the Stilly, the Samish, the Sauk,
Where the current growls to the tangled glen
And the ghosts of steelhead walk.

No matter the doctor shakes his head
And speaks of reason and rest,
For the rivers are high and the sunrise is red
And they race from that sea in the west.

“They who seek steelhead are lunatics all.”
A wise man once wrote it in stone.
But my waders leap when they hear the call
And the river becomes my own.

So I rise from my bed and smear on some Vicks
And hoist up my tackle with gladness.
I leap in my truck and head for the sticks
In this chronic old wintertime madness.

Florence Ekstrand

Your Mother sounds like she knows of the Addiction...Smart woman!

Love it!

That is pretty cool. Maybe your mom can write a poem about fishermen who spend hours talking about fishing on the internet.

Talented lady with some insight into the core of her son's sickness and I don't mean H1N1.

Cool stuff,especially @ 92.Good luck,
STRIKE ZONE

I can totaly relate... trying to chase steelhead yesterday with a a type 3 a/c shoulder seperation that just happened friday night is not fun but i had to do it... Its a bad addiction

Fabulous - if she can write that she's laughing with you, not at you.

@ 92 years old?? Hell, if I make 92 I'll be happy if I can still spell Sauk and Samish!

Brian

cool poem, it should be a theme song for all of us with the illnes for the fish with heads of steel

That's getting printed and put on the wall. Awesome!
Thanks for sharing
JD

Hey Big O,

A grade 3 seperation of the shoulder and fishing within a few days..unbelievable..i must of had a grade 4 cause i couldnt get out of bed. As for the poem awesome! How'd u injure yo shoulder.

That was good THANKS!!! Now on to my own steelhead insanity I to have shoulder problems had sugery done but off to the river I go. Learning to cast with the left hand isn't easy but can be done. Frozen rod eye's, frosty fingers and smile till it hurts.
happy fishing