Monday, September 24, 2007
My birthday was the other day (9/23) and I remembered that I had written a short journal entry a few years ago that I thought was worth a post. On Oct. 6, 2003 El Pescador penned this, "It was a blustery, rainy afternoon due to residual hurricane effects. The sea was rough like the weather but the fish were there. One clue was the 100 sea gulls lined up along the shoreline where the river meets the ocean. I caught 10 nice stripers in an hour and a half. The experience really connected me to my birth. The setting was a balance between turbulent and serene. I was half submerged in saltwater and my other half was above the sea, exposed. It was just mother nature and me. I was reborn."
Posted by El Pescador at 9:46 AM
Labels: art, environment, flyfishing, maine
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Happy birthday El P. My bro and I were discussing the one foot in one foot out thing last night. I guess you two need to schedule that annual b-day fishing event. Also wishes from Teddy, Watty and Fid. We were all in one place on your birthday. Different sport, just as connective.
Happy birthday amigo!
A beautiful post.
Hei El Pescador!
Gratulerer med dagen! Ha et veldig fint år!
Fra vår familie i norge
Many thanks for the b-day well wishing Powderseeker, Moldychum and Coalfish. May your flies all catch fish.
Happy birthday, Steve. Sounds like a great day you had.
Thanks Justin. May your flies catch fish too.
Happy Birthday again! Sounds like a spectacular day. How's CA?
Thanks Marie. That birthday was especially memorable. Regarding CA, so good so far.
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