{"id":5980,"date":"2020-04-19T07:04:21","date_gmt":"2020-04-19T14:04:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=5980"},"modified":"2020-04-19T07:04:22","modified_gmt":"2020-04-19T14:04:22","slug":"fishermen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/meditations\/fishermen\/","title":{"rendered":"Fishermen"},"content":{"rendered":"<!-- wp:themify-builder\/canvas \/-->\n\n\n<p>How about a real good yarn, a true one, about two younger men, one who wears pink tennis shoes and pink outer wear, the other who chews tobacco and walks around holding a beaverwood staff? Sure why not? As Isak Dinesen wrote, \u201cThe only imaginative writing that interests me is writing that illuminates the magic of life.\u201d  Or something to that effect.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>These dudes exude some interesting\nmagic of life. They live in a disheveled RV Park on the Secret Coast.\nThey do not work. They do not own a vehicle. They often drink\n32-ounce Dr. Peppers. They decorate rocks with wonderful\nillustrations of woodland creatures. How they ended up here is a\ntotal mystery, perhaps even to themselves. One receives disability,\nperhaps of the existential kind. He&#8217;s the breadwinner. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>They like to fish. They didn&#8217;t know a\nlick about fishing until moving here. They bought some poles and rode\nthe bus to the river or lake and fished for salmon or trout. They\nalso walked to the beach and fished for surf perch. They learned\nthrough trial and error, observation, and asking questions. They\nimproved and started catching fish, cleaning them at a station,\nbringing them back to the park on the bus or walking them home in a\nbucket. Then they fried the fish up for supper. Huck Finn couldn&#8217;t\nhave done it any better. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The virus struck. The bus would only\ntransport people for medical appointments, not fishing. The\nbreadwinner somehow arranged for his caregiver to come over, pick up\nthe two men, drive them to the fishing spots, and then pick them up\nin a couple of hours. If they caught fish, the caregiver gave the\nfish a ride home, too. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It was all perfectly legal, a unique\nform of care giving, quite possibly unique in the annals of care\ngiving, and totally hard core Oregon. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>One day, the chew man landed a monster\ntrout from a lake while fishing from a steep bank. He went to reel\nthe beast in and it damn near pulled him into the water. Then, the\npole snapped! \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He needed a new pole, so he asked a\ncrank living in the park, the weird man who collected beaverwood, if\nhe could pick out a choice cut for a new fishing pole. The crank was\ndelighted to help. In short order, they found the perfect pole. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>So in the coming days, two Oregon men\nwill be chauffeured at taxpayer expense in some sort of therapeutic\nexercise for one of them, to the river and lake, quite possibly the\nocean as well, and one man will fish for salmon, trout or perch using\na fishing pole made from 100% certified, GRADE A, organic, Oregon\nbeaverwood. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>You see, it was a good story. \n<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>How about a real good yarn, a true one, about two younger men, one who wears pink tennis shoes and pink outer wear, the other who chews tobacco and walks around holding a beaverwood staff? Sure why not? 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