Aug 25 2010 10:27 pm

the salmon crazies

It’s like a Haiku
incongruous: autumn day
and whirring chainsaw.

I know, I know, I’m blowing your minds with nontraditionally punctuated haikus, but that’s the kind of thing that happens when you get the salmon crazies.  It begins with a low buzzing on day four, near the back of your thighs around midday, and despite the strong northerly winds and finely stained water high from recent rains it culminates in an ironically dull pain at your shoulder where the treble went barb deep and old Dr. Steve had to rip it out with pliers.  That man has a soft touch.  I caught a walleye.


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