The wolves will always eat the sheepÖ..Russian proverb
has never been much about fishing. As those of you that have been paying
attention the last fifteen years understand. What could be written about fly fishing
that hasnít been dealt with hundreds of times before? My editor however (Scott Sandsberry) always
likes me to at least include the phrase Fly Fishing. Houston
we have lift off.
So what is it about
move on from the wolves and look at the sheep a bit. Now the sheep are just
Öpathetic.Ē Letís just stand around with the flock and wait for the wolves to
have there way.Ē
does this leave us?
The VW bus.
My ultimate symbol of sheepism; the top tier
of my personal list of the most aggravating things Iíve owned. I was twenty six
when I bought the bus, it was the 70ís, I had long hair and was in graduate
school, I mean dude. I should have known something was a miss at the used car
lot when after I wrote the check; the salesman assigned me my own mechanic. His
name was Fritz; (Ya, you will adjust the vales on time.)
so many bad things about the Bus it is difficult to know where to begin. It was
hopelessly underpowered, it had an exhaust leak in the back seat, it was
orange. I bought an orange bus. Many times as sat inside my broken down orange
bus in the Oregon rain waiting
for Fritzie I could hardly believe my stupidity. Now that is aggravation on the
road to despair. The worst part of this
German nightmare was that I realized only a sheep would have bought this thing.
All I needed was a fuzzy fur coat.
one of the last of sheepy things I ever owned, it is expensive being a sheep.
brings us to the subject of eggs. (What you donít see the natural transition?)
I love eggs, all the ways to have them. I love the elegant container that is an
egg, that perfect thin shell in white or brown. The stunning cadmium yellow of
the yoke contrasted against the white in a black frying pan. Just so agreeable
in the morning.
Now, in my lifetime eggs have had a variety of
scientific opinions as to there healthfulness. First it was OK to eat eggs,
then you could eat only the egg whites (remember that). Then it was OK to have
one yoke a week. Now you can eat two eggs a day, that cholesterol thing was misunderstood.
Think of your brain as a rag floating in a pool of cholesterol, pinging with
synaptic happiness, that cholesterol providing life giving lubrication.
Thatís fifty years of scientific expertise
So here is my question: What are the
chances that Science has got Climate Change/ Global Warming / Global Cooling /
Global Anything right? The odds are
Visualize holding an egg in your open hand;
now put the Earth in the other hand. Only a sheep, lacking any critical
thinking capacity could accept this science, if you canít get the Egg right but
youíre making predations about the universe? I mean dude, buy a bus.
comment about sheepism is the use of the cell phone. Are you so shallow that
you must be in constant contact with the other shallow losers you know? Must
know what your friends, or even your kids, are up to at all
times? Trust me there in the flock with
the other sheep.
one caveat in this: If youíre using the cell for business or because youíve got
a flat tire or some other emergency road trouble. Me, Iím hoping to be rescued
by beautiful fly-fishing women with fried chicken and martiniís. Itís a long
shot but, what is living without a robust fantasy life?
get off the phone and leave the flock behind. Conjure up your inner wolf. It is
a beautiful thing.