I recently noted that I had almost never before
seen a forecast with a 100% probability of rain, and then I encountered two in
two different states, hundreds of miles apart. In those cases the weather
forecasters were right. It rained! It's almost as if they knew
it was going to rain! Now, you realize that forecasters really never look
back (it's forecast, not report after it happens, right?). Can you really
believe a weather forecaster includes stats on his or her resume about how
often they were right? Nah, more likely what kind of market share or
ratings their show had. But still, it seems like 100% is taking a chance.
It means they are certain. Well, here I sit with the rain pounding
on the windows. They were right again. This is three times in a row.
I have promised to fish with my grands, so I am
likely to learn whether steady rains make fishing better or worse. Fish
aren't afraid of a little water, are they? On the other hand, actually
hooking a fish in any conditions has been rare, so I may not be able to tell at
all.
In any event, as I told my granddaughter yesterday,
it is really all about spending some time in nature, watching the birds,
enjoying some peace, and, once in a great while, hooking a fish you plan to
release anyway after taking a picture or two. She listened, too.
After our next cast (we made (we do that move together, in deference to
the hook that swings through the air), she sat down and repeated "this is
really about enjoying nature, watching the birds, taking it easy--oh look,
there's a birdie--Hey birdie, I wish I could take you home with us."
I explained that a grey heron fishes to live and has a beak that might
just make bringing it home dangerous, but she was undeterred. "She
wouldn't hurt me, I'm not taking any of her fish." Now that's the
truth. We've watched birds catch more fish in a single morning than both
of us combined have caught in our lives.
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