Saturday, March 3, 2012

Having had Scant Resources for Fishing

Two posts in one day would be too good I guess. When I hit the publish button it will probably be after midnight. But having finished the previous post 20 minutes ago, gone downstairs to put dishes in the washer, and I got to my thinking as I always do over this chore I appreciate for its regular need, I decided to post on resources for successful fishing.

In a way I'm respectful of the classic image of fishing being the boy with the stick and string tied to the end of it with a hook on the other end of the string and a worm on that, a piece of straw grass between the boy's incisors. As wildly enriched as the American fishing scene has become, and as bipolar as I am, since I can move from grand affirmations of global dreams, of fishing the world over equipped by the best, and then return to the boy with say a Zebco 202, I don't forget the guy who can't afford all this wealth thrown at him by ads everywhere. Wealth he can't afford and that seems to sort of make fun of him, or you could imagine worse motives, as if it's all a grand charade, the intent of which is to crush most of us by an enormous power of suggestion about enormous political power. Oh, gee. I forgot our great pride in the American dream. 

But this is because I've been there--unlike Mit Romney and many others. Not just as an eight-year-old with a Zebco 202 in fact, but as a 32-year-old reduced to a beat-up old fiberglass 6-foot rod in 1993 my brother Rick gave me, and to my wits in having taken two old Penn 716's, one green from the 1970's, and one gold and black from the 1980's, both broken, but, aha!--having examined each, I inferred that by taking the head off the 70's, and placing it on the body of the 80's, I would have a working a reel. 

That's what I fished with. It was all I could afford. I had been in the shellfishing business, owned nine boats during the 80's, then lost almost almost everything but my writings and books. I don't regret any of it. My reel contraption was perfect--head from the 70's, body from the 80's. During the 70's Americans still had an intellectual conscience, something that had better return in some form, and to which I'm committed to help bring back. Without it we'll get the hell we deserve--just like I did.

Anyhow, I'm with you if you're poor. And I'll tell you why--you have a mind. That's how anyone begins.




Friday, March 2, 2012

Spring Fishing is Here in NJ: Brown Trout, Lake Trout, Pike, Musky, etc.

I felt spring arrive in New Jersey two weeks ago, but plenty fish have been caught all winter, despite almost no ice. I just didn't get out much.

I posted in Fishing in New Jersey after catching a brown trout at Round Valley on my lunch break a week ago Friday. Caught it in the most conventional way--m&m's, marshmallow & mealworm--while reading Gray's Sporting Journal editor James R. Babb's book Crosscurrents.

Now I hear shoreline trout are being caught on small Rapala Husky Jerks, those suspending minnow plugs. Catch them any way you want to try. Next time I'm thinking of using shiners. (And getting some more reading in yet.)

That other scenic photo is Spruce Run Resevoir in March. Pike have been caught shallow for about a month now, and I suppose they spawned a while ago.

Tomorrow--if this line of what were major thunderstorms which bred killer tornados fades by noon--my son and I fly fish the Pequest. Heard of some five-pound browns on tiny zebra midges.

I love to read J.B. Kasper's Freshwater report in the The Fisherman each week (and Nick Honechevsky's Beach Talk in season). I am wildly impressed by South Jersey Fisherman Field Editor Mark Modoski having driven all the way up to Hopatcong and nailing musky at least 46 inches and 30 pounds. I know very well it's done consistently by certain people on the lake virtually every weekend, or more often, but for a guy to just come up from another region altogther and do it suggests a great ability to interpret new fishing technique and water right off the bat, although I am assuming the Field Editor is somewhat new to this. Reading about fishing for muskies on Lake Hopatcong in February piqued my excitement. It's not that I'm comfortable with this abnormal weather, but I guess the kid in me came out, the happy expectation I used to have of the coming season on mild late winter days. This year those days have been the usual and I sort of took them in all together symbolized by fishing a plug in February when normally we would be cutting a foot of ice. At any rate, to have a very generalized capability to acquire new fishing abilities is the grand life, and it is done by some, and also possible for more people given: 1. Gumption. 2. Some resources. 

Sometimes to get some gumption you just need to hear a good story.

P.S. March 16, 2012: Read Mark Modowski's comments below to clarify some misinformation, most which I've corrected. I left the part in about him just coming up from South Jersey because he is new to musky fishing, so well enough. And especially check out his blog, Catfish on the Lake: http://www.catfishonthelake.com/  The story about the musky and photographs are worth appreciating deeply. Other posts are informative and have an original appeal. 







Sunday, February 12, 2012

Fishing Spots I Value Fast, yet Want to Holdfast

I fall in love with places easily and in-depth. "Shepherd Lake Makes a Promise," I named a blog post this past summer--the lake was mine the first outing. This is why Lake Musconetcong is a serious loss since loads of weed killer were dumped on the lake in 2010, discoloring the water and ruining fishing with habitat loss and 10 fold increase of cormorant flocks. These killer diving birds eat pounds of fish per day; without the aquatic vegetation to inhibit their underwater swimming after bass, pickerel, perch and panfish, they have open lanes to take what they can easily get. The word among some fishermen is "Oh, no problem," but we hear this said of so many issues that really are a problem, although I don't know for a fact that the lake won't come back. I have never been so well placed on a body water as I was at Lake Musconetcong for five years, not since I fished a string of five or six acre impoundments, six of them, at Princeton Day School, a large acreage estate I had permission to fish in my youth. That's my son photographed in 2008, watching silver shiners in Lake Musconetcong water so clear you could read the date on a dime on the bottom five feet down.

At the end of my last post, I said I would have a post following from the two concerning Izaak Walton and Aristotle, but I decided not to do it. It's possible I will revise what I wrote by hand and post it sometime ahead.

Should be a good year of fishing for my son and I, friends and I. Matt's got an inflatable that holds 800 pounds; I'll look into an electric with plenty of thrust soon. I dread what a pain in the ass inflating this boat may be before dawn at Split Rock, to name one destination in mind, but on the other hand, I deal well with necessities and best of all it will get us out on places I've had in mind for years. It does supposedly come with an electric air pump with a cigarette lighter connection or whatever you call it now that smoking is so taboo and cars don't have actual lighters.

Some winter--is this South Carolina now? Someone told my yesterday that it's El Nino again, not global warming. Anyhow, daffodils are up in New Jersey with buds about to open. I have missed ice fishing, although not sorely. When I have the opportunity to do it in the future, maybe next winter, it will come back like a hard, crusty, very good friend.


Saturday, January 14, 2012

Ice Fishing Symbolizes American Gumption

What on this planet more resembles the lunar surface than either a frozen lake, or the polar wastes? Deserts abound with life compared to these frigid expanses, and the Sahara seems more hospitable for its heat. In July 1969, the American Apollo mission climaxed nearly 200 years of national history when Neil Armstrong stepped onto the moon, whether he ever ice fished or not.

America had reached its destiny as an essentially scientific culture; the lunar missions were Isaac Newton's theories made concrete in no finer way. They were formed into a vehicle for both exploration and human drama. Today respect for science has since publically declined, but biology is less visible publically than technical achievements embodying physics.

1969 marks the end of the age of physics. Not necessarily is progress in this science fading, but biology (including neuroscience) has replaced physics as the hallmark of the age. Next in line will be psychology. Neuroscience is not psychology, although it has astonishing implications for psychology. No doubt neuroscience is helping to make fantastic discoveries and practices in psychology possible in the future.

The complexity of specific sciences moves from physics, to biology, and then to psychology in order of lesser to greater, biology resting on physical knowledge, and psychology upon physical and biological knowledge. This order of progression also signifies increasing individual privacy, a move away from public to private domain. Where is computer science in this picture? Related to physics and mathematics, computer science is certainly related to neuroscience and psychology as well. But I promise you computer science will never trump psychology for complexity. Computer science, like any other, is produced by the mind--the issue of psychology--which is more complex than we can ever know, since the moment we learn something new, more possibilities sprout.

So the ages of American science are not over and a most significant age is yet to dawn. It's not that we have no psychology; it just isn't the main focus yet. I know of a psychotherapist with a portrait of Freud on her office wall; this says something about how slow to start psychology is. Not that Freud was a dunce. But he lived long ago in a completely different time.

It all depends on American gumption, however. If we cave in, collapse, give up on initiative, we may have no nation or world at all in the future, or we may have a society that resembles what we call a third world nation now.

What do you think of people who go out ice fishing? Even among fishermen we're viewed as odd, but Garrison Keilor loves us and I thank him for this. Imagine if you lived 200 years ago in America. Could you? Would you survive? If so, you had gumption. And you were an outdoors person unless you lived in Philadelphia perhaps, although I do not exclude Benjamin Franklin as one of us nature lovers. He loved French parlors too, and I have no problem with this.

But we don't ice fish to uphold tradition, although we in fact do keep the American spirit alive to some extent. We do it because we have a special gumption. It's a power within us more ancient than this nation. But this nation came after times before in a most elemental way, which puts it on par with Ancient Civilization. But I'm not referring to Egypt or Sumeria so much as Greece. This may be no more than a prayer, but I'm willing to make it even if I'm all alone.

Until next post, already written by hand for the most part, let's hope for ice in New Jersey this week. My next post will follow more directly from the previous two. But all posts in my archives interrelate. Post a comment and join the web.




Thursday, January 12, 2012

Reflections on Academia, Aristotle, Plato, Greatness, Order & Chaos

Comments through email from one of my brothers prompted me to reflect on the previous Litton's Fishing Lines post. It's winter, often a time for thought rather than outdoor activity. If I fish Round Valley soon, I'll just still fish for trout and read, tending the rig on occasion.

The post's title might suggest I tolerate nothing of Plato (so also nothing of Socrates), which isn't true, and of course it wasn't true of Aristotle either. Nor am I against academia. To be a critic of an institution does not necessarily mean one suffers an oppositional disorder, not that my brother's comments suggest one does. But as often happens with him, his presence serves as a corrective for me to what could be misconstrued as overly onesided leaning. Yes, "Against Plato" in the title of my post is provocative, and I do take hard lines against anyone who promulgates a totalatarian state. Of course not all academics do, and I suppose very few, if any, do. I am merely suspicious of The Academy because it originates in a man with such a scheme for power. I sometimes personally distrust The Academy for its high level of autocracy, not that this constitutes any real threat of governmental totalatarianism, but it tends to produce denial in all sorts of forms, including governmental.

The gist of my brother's comments is that academia organizes knowledge through peer review--thus knowledge builds on previous knowledge. It does. But Isaac Newton and Albert Einstein, for example, made their essential discoveries outside academia. Certainly academics quickly took interest. But this is not always the case for great men and women who produce outside. Friedrich Nietzsche comes to mind, writing outside academia with very few sales of his books during his lifetime. Herman Melville finished life as a wage worker. Both of these men's work is now regarded as truly great. Other examples exist of such appalling failures of greatness which were not the fault of the creators. To possess the notion that their lives of struggle and indifference from others were fitting sacrifices for us would be an unspeakable injustice.

My brother made the further point that the peer review process gives coherance to knowledge, which otherwise would be "a disheveled mess." I had made the point in the piece I wrote that we need our institutions. They organize means. But as a reader who fishes, I presume, you know we need to go away and fish too. We need to unwind and unlearn assumptions so that fresh awareness may allow new knowledge to emmerge just like hatches in streams pure enough for this to be possible. And if you visit some professor's offices as I have, you find--a disheveled mess. These are not necessarily the habits of under-performers, and the photo upon Einstein's death of his office at the Institute for Advanced Studies, Princeton, N.J., is a classic.

Chaos is fertile. The writer seized by mania, the angler fishing a blitz, and the fascinated modern chaos theorist know this. But if no clean gains result, it's only overkill.  


(My study)


Monday, January 2, 2012

Izaak Walton in Aristotle's Light, Against Plato

The presumption of institutiional establishment tends to be that this world is under the dominion of academic credentials. In essence, The Academy, Plato's creation in 387 BCE, is widely assumed as the authority under which society is presumably ruled and the world's resources acquired. Niether President nor Pope attains position without.

This basic power structure of the West risen from medieval academic scholasticism is globalized now. The effect of academia on people's minds includes preferential treatment for those who have earned credentials within the complex network of institutions which answer finally to The Academy or academe. This is not simple entitlement; credentials are earned, and we all know school is difficult.

Plato's founding The Academy preceded that of a competitor's school in 335 BCE. The building which housed Aristotle's school, The Lyceum, first existed as a gymnasium opened by either Pericles or Pisistratus in the 5th or 6th century BCE. Evidence is that the head of the Greek army attended an office in the building. "Lyceum" is named after the god of the grove in which the building was constructed, Apollo Lyceus, Apollo as wolf-god. Thus Aristotle's famous statement, "To live outside the Polis one must be a beast or a god," and the commonly referenced meaning of the name of his school, the Wolf Den.

Although the Lyceum pre-dates Aristotle, I like to speculate on the word Lyceum's appropriateness to his character, and indeed he appropriated the meaning for that statement just quoted. We actually know fairly little from records about how Aristotle felt about his mentor, Plato, and his Academy, to which the Lyceum is juxtaposed. The tendency to take implications from records as the final word on the relationship is surely short sighted. Aristotle died with far more secrets than what his own and students' writing reveal, although he was not one of us moderns endlessly obsessing on our personal evaluations. However, the content of his character was not only in the words of his works left behind, although these works may disclose much of it through inferences. 

He would surely have known Plato's Academy was destined. After all, he trained there. As history worked out, The Academy became education's center, but with university departments basically modeled on Aristotle's separate disciplines of knowledge as disclosed in the writings left for posterity. He fled the Lyceum and Athens with his family in 322 BCE, leaving virtually everything. Having come out in published writing for Macedonian rule of Athens, his situation became dangerous. Alexander the Great had donated a very large sum of money to the Lyceum, and it happened soon after that Athenian leadership took a turn in reaction against the Macedonians. Much later, medieval scholars revered Aristotle as "The Philosopher." For all of Plato's otherworldliness, Aristotle gave these Christian scholars the means to study, Aristotle's disclosures of logic unsurpassed.

The difference between the gist of Aristotle's philosophy and that of Plato's is the distinction between freedom and power. Aristotle understood Plato; he was quite adept at ascending beyond the sky as was Plato, but Aristotle valued snakes, lizards, cuttlefish, and the like; he valued this earth. Plato came from wealth; his head stayed in the clouds. Aristotle had middle class origin in his favor. From what I've learned of the years of his youth, Aristotle peddled herbs to earn a living and led a life of outrageous partying. Taking the clue from herbs, I researched marijuana in Ancient Greece. It was present in that society. Evidence suggests, however, that Aristotle admired those of the wealthy he considered just, which implies that he had great aspirations to better himself. This seems to have led him to Plato, under whom he abandoned his riotous life, and studied for 20 years.

But Plato envisioned a society under the rule of a philosopher king of his own imaginning, outlined in his dialogue The Republic. In essence it promulgates a totalitarian state. Aristotle disagreed with Plato's basic philosophical premise that philosophy attains to knowledge beyond an earthly illusion of shadows, as described in Plato's Cave Allegory.

Again, Aristotle knew great elevation, as did Plato. His writings on contemplation as the highest form of happiness, and on the divine, indicate this is true. But he was too busy with an enormous range of discoveries right here on the planet's surface to be either preoccupied with heights or to disdain this earth as illusory. Aristotle enjoyed happiness here on earth; Plato dreamed of it in another realm, and possibly in fantasies of ruling power. After all, this is what he sought for his philosopher king, a king secured in his position by an army of "iron men." I think he nursed a profound resentment of established political orders after the execution of his beloved mentor Socrates.

Common sense and individualism have Aristotelian origin. Often referred to as the father of logic, Aristotle has also been called the forefather of the American nation. His philosophical principles led the way to those which explicate and defend individual liberty and modern political freedom, particularly through the work of British philosopher John Locke.

If knowledge is power, as so many gloatingly say, then the quest for knowledge is freedom and requires practical wisdom belonging to the free individual in a universe which can never be known entirely, not even by a philosopher king. Nor can others in high places know it all. Don't we recognize this so well.

The world we live in is not actually circumscribed by those with academic credentials. To the big picture, the demarcation lines of power are of small significance, as evil is of small significance. Ultimately, knowledge may be acquired only by the individual mind, and it must be continually renewed as a quest, whether through school or not. Some us learn best outside academic situations, and for good reason, since a singular power structure tends to recognize only what is on the power agenda. Albert Einstein wrote, for example, that we can't solve our problems with the same thinking that created them.

Why did Izaak Walton, author of the 17th century classic The Compleat Angler, a man without formal education, like to go away and fish? The obvious answer: he hated the British Civil War. But subtler still, he knew, as all who seek spiritual release and freedom know, that stepping aside from the trance-like run of ordinary affairs freshens awareness, and opens mind and body to a larger world than its packaging, fighting, and attempts to make it secure. For Walton, such recreation was not a mystic Zone, yet his contemplation was exquisite mystical sensitivity. He had no problem paying close, detailed attention to the feeding behavior of a trout in the river Test, then going to the ale house afterwards for convivial company.

We need our institutions; it would be obvious to anyone who has thoroughly read Aristotle that he abundantly concurs on this point. Institutions must be run in a certain way. But this also means those functioning in their trances of performance have blind sides. As contrary, confused, conflicting, chaotic, not to mention corrupted, as today's institutions are, they are a singular global power structure, which trains people to recognize realty, value, other people, and themselves in remarkably similar ways.

The man or woman who is free to think, value, and create in valid ways, with reality as the standard rather than institutional proscriptions taking proxy, has the best to offer. Such a person recognizes value in institutions where he grasps existing values, in fact, and deals as one man among others. But degreed or not, societies have always been in need of people who think outside the lines, with whom to trade value for value. For whatever reason an individual may have chosen not to earn a Bachelor's or Graduate degree, it's not easier to get on in this world without, although it may be better in the long run. Walton might have got along well with Steve Jobs, although Jobs's reputation seems much less compromised for his lack of college education. So much emphasis is placed upon Walton's humility by people with English degrees. Nevertheless, Walton and Jobs shared something essential.  






Saturday, December 31, 2011

Fresh Angles From Fishing: Conceptuality in Contemplation

Happy New Year to everyone reading this post within an appropriate limit of time. I've really had a lot of fun blogging this year since almost April, not to mention fishing; we all know fishing's fun, and I have you, the reader, to thank for keeping me motivated.

Today I thought I'd riff on an idea more like the way I write by hand in notebooks than I have for these posts, only it has to do with fishing or angling. Until recently, I always recognized the word "angling' for its obvious dictionary defined meaning, to fish, with connotations of class and refinement. I read Izaak Walton in 2010. Until then The Compleat Angler was to me one of those classics I hadn't read. Walton worked in an iron works shop until he kept his own, retiring at 50 to a farmhouse he bought, concerned thereafter with fishing, socializing, and writing his books. He wasn't born to the higher classes and never separated from his modest origins, although he became friends with wealthy and well known men. No one else has defined angling as has Walton, and angling has in essence nothing to do with the pretensions of class and refinement; everything to do with the spirituality that really compels anyone to fish.  

I knew of Izaak Walton and his book from my boyhood, my mother having spoken of it to me when I was about eight and had just begun to fish and to understand what a classic is. I was quietly amazed such a book was written on fishing. I actually did not quite believe it, skeptical. Surely it was another of those books about how to fish. But it is about how to fish, only in a way integrated with the motives of why do it.

Since reading Walton, specifically about "fishing with an angle" (italics mine), a rod, the meaning of the word angling has permutated in my mind in a way which isn't wholly clear, but owes perhaps the most of the idea to this man who sought a way beyond the social conflicts of his time. In a nutshell, rather than fishing around for the unseen below, literally in the water, this idiosyncratic meaning of mine attached to angling suggests a purely mental aspect, certainly not everything angling entails.

We always fish in an implicit relationship to civilization. But we're out when we fish. Therefore, and in fact, we have the opportunity for new conceptual takes or angles on the civilization we come from. Our recreation, fishing or angling in all the possible meanings of the words, is quite contemplative. And everyone who fishes does this mental exercise I've suggested to some degree. I know that often when I'm out, I'm really out, I don't think of where I've come from at all, although surely my subconscious processes do. But in crossing that threshold of return, the borderland between the wild and civilization during a homecoming, we're often surprised at how other the "ordinary" world seems. We've gone away from it, so upon coming back, it's other to what we've acclimated to. This affords an opportunity to experience usual states of affairs in fresh ways.

If you pay close enough attention, you may find your thoughts subtly surprising. I can't remember any to give specific examples, perhaps I will in some future posts, but beyond doubt contemplation is not limited to aesthetic appreciations of the environment and emotional and spiritual release. Conceptual angles arise that may make living back home more interesting, easier to work through if problematic, and renewed.