One-Sentence Journal, Week Ten

  1. 09/02/2013:  A last minute decision this evening to go try the river at Kelly Island yielded some few bumps and nibbles at my purple haze and elk hair caddis, a noisy chevron of Canadian geese headed toward Frenchtown, two curious osprey looking to see if my luck was holding up better than theirs, a squawking blue heron executing an aborted landing when he realized it was me out in the ripples mid-flow, a beaver grunting its way upstream less than half a meager cast distant from where I stood, and, finally, after washing off the muck and stench of an unplanned swamp crossing in an effort to keep the driver’s seat relatively unfouled, a startled young spike whitetail staring into my headlights.
  2. 09/03/2013:  Whenever an opportunity arises to do something on a weeknight typically reserved for weekends — a drive, a movie, fishing, an impromptu meeting with a friend — I feel like I am getting one over on The Man.
  3. 09/04/2013:  Reading The Blind Corral by Ralph Beer makes me wish I had an excuse to go scrounge up some saddles and bridles and halters and chaps and spurs and saddle blankets, then build a tack room with a barn around it to keep it all in.
  4. 09/05/2013:  It’s been a long, hot summer, and the last couple hours hearing rain steadily falling outside has been as welcome as that first warm sunny day in spring.
  5. 09/06/2013:  I heard a coyote outside my window tonight, barking in the field, then her giggle slowly faded into the distance.
  6. 09/07/2013:  A quick dash to the river in an attempt to entice some picky trout yielded nothing but a good story.
  7. 09/08/2013:  The irony was not lost on me today that while I watched an excellent documentary that was in no small part about the demise of analog technology in the face of inferior digital technology, it was via a movie I downloaded from the Internet to my computer, then with a couple clicks of a remote beamed WITHOUT WIRES to a tiny little box in my living room, and from there to my TV where I watched it in both high definition video and sound.


Author: Chris

Chris La Tray is a writer, a walker, and a photographer. He is an enrolled member of the Little Shell Tribe of Chippewa Indians and lives in Missoula, MT.

9 thoughts on “One-Sentence Journal, Week Ten”

    1. Ha! Sound City is actually what I was watching (for the 3rd time). I re-watched because the Indy hired me to write a review of it for the upcoming paper on Thursday. The Top Hat is showing it on Monday as part of their “Free Movie” documentary series. I love it.

    1. I’m happy you can relate. And don’t be a stranger around these parts, Rachel Brady, you dig? I know, I know, you’re “busy and blah and blah blah and blah blah blah.” There’s always a place set at this table for you is all I’m saying. . . .

  1. I should also point out that the “unplanned swamp crossing” was freaking idiotic and probably worth a blog post of its own to prove just how stupid I can be. But I don’t think I can put myself out there quite like that. . . .

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