09.27.13 the angling

I’m not an angler. Truth be told, my sympathy usually lies with the fish. But there is an appeal to it. At its best, fishing is solitude and simplicity – bamboo pole, worm, and net – and, then, the act of dipping into nature, embroiled in a primitive battle of wills.

It’s all that Hemingway, I suppose.

blog_fishingnet269/365: vintage fishing net