waaaaaaaay too windy…

Out to Chalco Hills today to get a quick hour of fly fishing in. Right when I left the apartment, it was clear what kind of success I would have. Very little.

Nebraska is amazingly windy. It never occurred to me when we moved down here that we would face such gales.

Regardless, it was gorgeous out there. I waded a length of about 100 yards. I walked with the wind. This gave me an hour worth of practicing my roll casts.

The results of today’s efforts: 0 fish. 1 pair of leaky waders. 1 happy guy. 1 tip from a catfisherman about a place called Walnut Creek where the bass are biting. Who knows? Worth a shot.

… also, it may be getting time to seal/patch my waders. this is getting ridiculous.


something new to try…

I have been using this site to post my occasional peotry and such. This has been fine, but I honestly don’t feel I have gotten much out of it. I write the poetry whether I post it here or not. Was my hope that I would gain readers? share my thoughts and find growth in new places? I’m not sure.

So, I am going to give this site new purpose. In addition to writing, I have another activity that gives me joy: fishing.

I have recently been tying flies. Here in Omaha, Nebraska, I don’t have much access to trout streams, but I have found a few area lakes where there are some eager panfish and bass.

I am going to begin telling you about my journey to find and catch the fish. I may tell you with photos, essays, or poems. Either way, I am hoping if give me and this blog a new sense of purpose.

here’s to the future.
here’s to the fish.
here’s to my leaking waders
and a fishing poet’s wish.

– dln


Out to the trail this morning.

It is a beautiful day.
Our healthy bodies are amazing machines.
Pumping oxygen to each cell to fuel the race.
I can’t wait to sweat, be sore, feel alive, run for miles, lose my breath, race a stoplight, and then rest.
What a great day.

Discovery (song lyrics)

The thunder rolls into the desert like a wolf on the chase of a lone girl.

Kicking up sand and kicking dust, making her way to Omaha.

Blistered toes and bleeding knees.

Stitch in her side, can’t breath.

Lucky luck fell into me.

Lucky love fell into me.

Rain falls from the charcoal clouds, feeding the thirst of our young girl.

Lay your lay me down to sleep, you’ve gone so hard so rest your feet..

Ease your eyes.

Dream of me at your side.

With the moon comes the tide.

Just as the cactus blooms, so we will too.

Just as the cactus blooms, so we will too.

Rescue me from my demons, these are things a bottle can’t do.

You don’t know it yet, but I knew you before we met.

Mississippi running girl.

Doing that Franklin twirl.

The West Bank on Riverside.

The West Bank on Riverside.

Just as the cactus blooms, so we will too.

Just as the cactus blooms, so we will too.

Discover me, my discovery.

Discover me, my discovery.

Loohcs Lacidem [] Medical School

With the pedal always to the floorboard you get to do so many things.
Opportunities will pass you by, but stagnation is a foreign concept.
We cover so much ground watching the scenery flicker away, like a time-lapse video of the seasons changing or the rain forrest jumping at unclaimed sunlight.
Responsibility is thrust on our shoulders, barely giving maturity a chance to catch up.
Before we can take that deep breath to let our thoughts and reflections sink into the dry soil, we are forced to decide which path to take.
Mr. Frost chose the road less taken. A scary concept, indeed.
Maybe it isn’t so much which road is traveled less, but which road fits the soles of our feet best.
So as the landscape flies by, and we sift through our best options, we need to listen to our aching toes and ask, which path feels the best?
Then all that is left is to steer the car and watch the slideshow.