Return to the Pond
(A writing to Dewey Gillespie
from a very respected friend AJH)
He was middle aged
when he came back to the pond. He held the heavy bamboo fly rod high to keep
his elbows clear and made short casts with a dry fly. He let it lie for
several seconds, twitched it ever so slightly, and repeated the small movement
several times. If there was no response, he picked it up and moved a step or
two. The strike might come loudly and without warning, but often there was a
perceptible bulge or moving V of wake before the fish took.
The pond was becoming
very difficult to fish, vegetation was appearing in areas that before had been
clear. He came back to the pond as an old man. What had once been a
well-used path to the pond was now grown up with trees and weeds. No fishing
was being done. The pond was much smaller and covered with a heavy green
scum, now impossible to fish.