Friday, August 9, 2019

Flyfishing Season is Over

Flyfishing season is over.

I’d fish the Blackfoot River with one arm if necessary.
Photo/guide credit: KynsLee Scott
Shoulder pain has been an unwelcome and persistent companion since early 2019. I’ve been gritting my teeth and casting anyway. The Blackfoot and Firehole Rivers were worth the piper’s fare. But now I think it’s time to grow up. 10 weeks of physical therapy. Oral steroids. A cortisone injection deep into the joint. After all that, a CT scan last week reveals I have at least three kinds of tissue damage and mild arthritis. At least I know there’s a reason. A good surgeon can fix Humpty Dumpty, right? Insert hope here. Maybe some WD-40 liniment and strategically placed duct tape?

“This child is getting old...”

Tuesday, July 9, 2019

Life Is Pain

“Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards.” -- Robert A. Heinlein -- 

Since my Deep Brain Stimulation surgery in April and May of 2017, things have been quiet and sparse around here.  Maybe there’s something to “The Myth of the Suffering Artist.”  I'll caveat that: in no way, shape, or form do I consider myself an artist.  I have and always will approach things as a technician, or maybe an engineer.  Even when it comes to writing.  At the age of 9, I was introduced to a cognitive model called “Blooms Taxonomy.” It provided an interesting crystal ball for scrying into to cobwebs and haunted machinery in my head. (Is that you, Lord Sauron?)  I’ll spare you the boring and deviant details of my training and early adventures in metacognition, but I've come to realize where my mind does its best work: synthesis.

“Using old concepts to create new ideas; design and invention; composing; imagining; inferring; modifying; predicting; combining”

For me, writing is a problem-solving and design process.  I throw a few concepts, quotes, and references at a wall.  I arrange, rearrange, connect, fill, typo, misspell, despair, yell, accept, and publish.  But there's no art here.  It lacks creativity and originality.  For example, this is where I should insert a gratuitous (and overused) quote from Saint Norman:
...all good things - trout as well as eternal salvation - come by grace and grace comes by art and art does not come easy. 

Sunday, January 14, 2018

Denver Flyfishing Show 2018

Fly tiers along the wall, all the way back!
One of the events I failed to write about last year was the Denver Flyfishing Show.  While fishing with Howard Levett late in the summer of 2016, we chatted about shows and he mentioned he rarely misses the Denver show.  I asked if he'd mind some company, so Mrs. Fading Angler and I joined him in January 2017.  It's a good sized show, probably about 3 or 4 times larger than the Great Waters Expo that's held here in Minnesota.

Obviously, we enjoyed it because Mrs. FA asked if we could do it again, so plans were made in October for the 2018 show.  The show again coincided with our anniversary, so it's a great excuse to take a mini-vacation.  We went to college two hours north of Denver at the University of Wyoming and I worked in Boulder for three years once upon a time.  We're familiar with the area.  (GO BRONOCS... next year?)

Wednesday, January 3, 2018


Sorry, I haven't been sneaking around Roswell or tracking Bigfoot through the north woods of Minnesota (though I have it on good authority that Sasquatch roams the north woods of Wisconsin.)  And despite the fact that I wasn't sure I'd survive neurosurgery last year, I don't have proof of life after death, either.

In this case, proof means "something that you approve."

Friday, December 29, 2017

2017 - Big Year, but Epic Blog Fail

The year began with a bit of prophecy and a very cool event.  There was actually snow and cold in Denver when Mrs. Fading Angler and I hopped out to Colorado in early January.  Our anniversary falls within the first week of the year, and so did the Denver Flyfishing Show.  Howard Levett and I plotted to attend, and it would have been poor form to leave my lovely bride at home on our anniversary.  (At least I wasn't out at Boulder Beer with another woman on this particular anniversary, but that's a whole 'nother story...)  It turned out that Howard and Mrs. FA got along famously, and had something in common: deriving much pleasure from picking on yours truly.

Thursday, December 14, 2017

Story Time

A long time ago, in a-

No, this isn't that kind of story.  Rather, I'm flattered that last month, the Parkinson's Foundation published something I wrote in their "My Parkinson's Story" feature.  I hope you don't mind me sharing.

Monday, December 11, 2017

Blog for Sale...

Editor's note: It appears my blog was hacked recently and the following barely-authorized content was uploaded and posted.  Take heed, kids!  This is what happens when you neglect your blog...
--The Fading Angler

No matter what you are thinking right now, you would be wrong.  Unless you guessed foreclosure, then you’d be right.  I was browsing the interwebs and found this blog; alone, abandoned and unloved.  So I’ve moved in, redecorated and made it livable again.  How do you like me so far?
But seriously, my buddy Chris (Remember Chris?) has been so busy with work and family and the holidays that I offered to jump in and give him a hand.