Photo credit: Ted Strutz
Walking on Water, Fly Rod in Hand
by T. Delaplain
“It’s all in the wrist, Trace.” My Dad’s line whipped behind him, slowly returned and walked across the calm water in a lazy “S”. I swore as my tangled fly drove its hook into my thumb.
“Try again, it’ll come.” He handed me his tattered creel. This relic of his youth held all his truths. They had shared the silent hours of meditation, the lonely farewells to his fishing buddies and the rapture of just being.
The fly rod, his staff.
The river, his bible.
The mountain, his chapel.
I recast with perfect pitch and rhythm.
Today’s sermon,”patience”.
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Some stories write themselves. A voice takes you along for the ride and you write. My Dad was a grand story teller and his advice was always given by example. This is his story. He had no use for churches but had an incredible reverence for our natural world and wild spaces. There was never a problem that couldn’t be solved with a fishing rod in hand. He believed that the best stories are about the one that got away, that the water always flows under the bridge so there’s no time for regrets and there’s always another opportunity around the bend. He believed in feeding any neighbor in need and often fished with that in mind. He had endless patience when teaching me how to fish or do long division. I still look to him for answers and sometimes those answers come in strange 100 word packages.
Take a seat in the chair and write a 100 word story for Friday Fictioneers.
That was wonderful! Very “A River Runs Through It” – though the father was a preacher as well as a fisherman…
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Was the father in A River Runs Through It a preacher? That movie was filmed on one of my Dad’s Montana rivers. I believe it was the Gallantin River.
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Yes he was!
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Patience is a virtue and difficult to learn. Nicely written.
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I never did learn it Iain.
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The love you feel for your father shines through this well-written tale. Kudos!
The fly rod, his staff.
The river, his bible.
The mountain, his chapel.
Beautiful.
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Thank you Alicia. Yes we were very close.
Tracey
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Loved the poetry in your second paragraph – a great take on the prompt.
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Thank you Liz
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Wow, Doc! You captured essence brilliantly. I think this is one of your best. I fished every so often as a kid and that first paragraph really brought it all back. That poetic summation at the end, too. Marvelous!
Five out of five “lousy days of fishing are better than a great day at work.” 😉
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I’ll take those 5 days of fishing, Kent. I use that quote frequently.
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I haven’t been fishing in 37 years. Sigh!
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When it’s so easy to write, I tend to underestimate its value, so thank you for saying so.
Tracey
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What a beautiful tribute to your Dad, Tracey. My father was a fisherman too and I still look to him for answers. Rarely a day goes by that I don’t quote him. If you want to get close to God, there’s no place like the river. It wasn’t by chance that Jesus chose fishermen for his first disciples.
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I agree. My chapel is always near the water. A very interesting observation about Jesus. Carpenters and fisherman, ordinary people doing extraordary things.
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Excellent, Tracey. Enjoyed this.
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I’m so glad. Thank you
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Lovely! I particularly liked the “The fly rod, his staff.” section. It all sounds very tranquil.
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I’m glad that you liked it Ali.
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Lots of atmosphere in this one. Well done.
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Thank you for taking time to say so. Welcome to my corner on the internet.
Tracey
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Love that little fable. Love the analogies, too. 🙂 ❤
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Thank you Jelli. Can I call you that? Thanks for dropping by.
Tracey
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Yes, Jelli is perfect. Loved your little story.
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Beautiful.
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Muchas gracias
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Dear Tracey,
So much has been said already. I’ll just say, “breathtakingly beautiful” and leave it at that.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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What a lovely compliment. I felt passionate about this piece today and I think it shows.
Muchas gracias,
Tracey
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best story this week. well done.
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Wow thank you. That’s a huge compliment.
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Lovely, the joys of fly fishing and quality time spent with a revered loved one.
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Thank you Michael. I can’t say that I ever mastered fly fishing but that type of patience comes in handy.
Tracey
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If only all fathers took up fishing and then taught their children I think the world would be so much better, this was an inspirational story. Well done.
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I agree Michael. I’m grateful that I had that kind of Dad. I’m glad it inspired you.
Tracey
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This was a good package.
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Thank you for the inspiration Ted.
Tracey
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That was gorgeous, the essence of the father-daughter relationship came across so beautifully
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Oh, wow, Tracey. Just wow.
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Thanks Dawn. I’m glad to wow you.
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Marvelous, Tracey. Really stunning work. It’s as if I could feel your dad in this one and could definitely sense your admiration for him.
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Thanks Amy. He always taught by example and he had amazing patience with my sister and I.
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Ah, you put me right up to my knees in the mystery. Masterful piece.
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Hola amiga. Nice to see you here. This is one of my favorites. I’m glad you like it.
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