There and Back Again

I haven't been able to go home for quite some time now, but the call to Memphis had finally been heard. My Nieces and Nephews are growing up alot, it makes me sad to know that I have and am going to miss so much with them. Memphis is still as I remembered it, the color green is everywhere, and the air is never completely silent. We took Jayden fishing for her first time, and true to southern form she caught one, a little channel catfish. I was excited for her, I can't recall the first fish I caught, but the thrill is still there when I catch one now.

Scroggin

The other day, while fly fishing, my buddies and I saw our nations symbol messin around. As we awkwardly watched the two birds make love, I realized that I was witnessing a rare and possibly sacred experience. Sorry i'm not too good at explaining, i'm a guy.

All Things Beautiful

Sometimes words escape us, causing us to think a little harder. There are some things we cannot understand or put words to, but can be very familiar with. I am reffering to feelings. When a fish is caught on a fly rod, one has the pleasure of knowing that they did not catch that fish by luck, but by practice, methodical casting, and trying hard to think like the fish in the river they stand in. My somewhat recently new policy is catch and release unless I am camping, then the fish can be called supper. The other day I caught a hybrid and a rainbow trout within twenty minutes of eachother, on a dry fly while we are still deep in the nymph season. I was happy and impressed with my fish. I pondered on whether I should keep the rainbow, who was one hell of a good looking fish, or release him and hope that karma might grant me more in the near future. I let him go, and kept at it. When fishing, my thoughts are turned to other things at times, but I don't worry about them. Fly fishing makes it so I can look at my problems in a different light, one where I can see the blessings that come from my trials. I feel like everything will be alright when I'm on the river.

Counting The Stars

I miss being able to lie out on the green grass without worry. What I wouldn’t give for a summer camp out with my brothers and Mother Nature, with the mountains enveloping us with their beauty, and the rivers softly speaking to us as we cast. I miss being free. I miss feeling like everything is going to be alright again. The songs of the cicadas and tree frogs will always be a part of my soul, being able to move it in special ways. The lightning bugs used to dance in the air, and I would often sit and watch as a kid, I still would now if given the chance. What I wouldn’t give to be able to see my family again. My life is full of good things always; at least I can count the stars…

"Mother Nature is the only woman that embraces me without reservations." - Caleb Stucki

My Last Waltz

This is a song I wrote about valentines day a while back. Written down it looks pretty stupid, but I like how it sounds when I sing and play it on the guitar, which I haven't done for anybody.

“No!” said the clouds to the sun trying to shine.
“Sorry.”, whirred the bullet that left the gun.
“When?” said the man with his head in his hands.
“Forget.”, whispered the wind that bit the man’s face.
“Who?” said the woman who wouldn’t decide.
“No!” said the river that pounded the dam.
“Hate!” said the outlaw just before he was hung.

"Love..." thought the man who sat alone on the hill.
The devil laughed as the widow cried until she whispered sweet lullabies…
The devil laughed as the widow cried until she whispered sweet lullabies…

I'm gonna come back one day.

A Trip To The Unknown

Our lives are busy and frantic, and often days speed by in blurs of time. Work and money keep the show running while it could take some time to realize that if we are not careful, we could lose some of our most valuable attributes. When is the last time a flower was carefully observed, noting the finest details of it? Or the sway of the waist high meadow grass in the fall, with the wind blowing away the songs and memories of summer? Or the rolling waters of the South Fork of the Snake River accompanied by a four count rhythm and moths dancing on the water to welcome the shadows of dusk? Miracles happen around us everyday, from seeds setting in the soil and growing through photosynthesis, to realizing that the person that matters the most is the one that makes you forget about the things that make our days go by in a blur of time, they are the ones who make you forget time is even flowing. When realism hits us, we still have that suspended timeless moment in our minds that we will be able to take to the eternities...it's these moments that make me fully realize how much I've missed her.