...got my kiss records out: my life in fishing Archives

September 24, 2005


	the life (and death) aquatic In school, I think they called it psychic dissonance. Two things that completely contradict each other and the mind's struggle to reconcile them both without falling prey to simple solutions (candy, booze, church) or meltdown. One of my hobbies is fishing, whose sole goal is to drag a fish from its natural environment (water, other fish, things fish eat) to an unnatural one (the dinner plate) and killing it. At the same... Posted by xtop at 02:25 PM \| Comments (7)

June 24, 2005


	the fishing community lashes out In reference to this. I think this qualifies as my first piece of honest to goodness hatemail for something I've written for the Pitch. Hi, I just had to write after forcing myself to read the Summer Guide article about fishing ("Gone Fishin'", May 19). I mused while reading the first two paragraphs, "Hmm, this person obviously doesn't know anything about fishing or fishermen. Let's see what this poor sap has to... Posted by xtop at 01:45 PM \| Comments (2)

May 18, 2005


	"why won't you die?" not dead yet Originally uploaded by xtopalopaquetl. I knew it was a special day when, after reneging on a decision to not fish, I found my feet slipping out from behind me and going ass over teakettle on the muddy footpath that winds around Lake of the Woods. As I stood up, fresh mud all over my ass, images of laying prone on my couch with a book tented over my... Posted by xtop at 01:41 AM \| Comments (1)

May 09, 2005


	the shame of fishing the $103 bass Originally uploaded by xtopalopaquetl. We had it all planned out and everything happened just as it should have. I picked up Sanders from his house at 10:30 on Saturday morning and we whipped around back towards KC, heading up to the G&W Bait Shop to buy minnows. The place was crowded and I had my minnow bucket in hand, handing it over to the nice white-haired lady, who... Posted by xtop at 09:07 PM \| Comments (2)

April 06, 2005


	heritage The 2005 fishing season has started off inauspiciously. On a cold, gray Sunday, I pick up Sanders and we head for the Missouri River. We're going to try dip bait and weird dip hook things, which look like little bongs for fish. Also, a river, the mighty mo, a body of water which word of mouth condemns as rolling rot. But Sanders has checked and found that fish from the river... Posted by xtop at 12:44 AM \| Comments (4)

February 06, 2005


	aquarium horror zen The worst part of owning an aquarium is also the best part, which is that it is, after a certain point, completely out of your hands. Being nature in a box, it does what nature does and a lot of things end up dying. Weird fungus or bad water or bad genes, fish die with persistence under my care, and my initial stock of 11 or so fish was weaned down to... Posted by xtop at 04:22 AM \| Comments (10)

November 30, 2004


	my year in fishing: visual a tale of frustration, woe, thrills, wax worms, motorboats, strange meat, fish finders, marina cats, zen and those who pursue it... Posted by xtop at 09:53 PM \| Comments (2)

May 13, 2004


	the new fishing "You have to be a good shot," said Ms. Paquette, 31, who started shooting at age 6. "It's a challenge. I think that's why people do it." Her 87-year-old great-uncle, Earl Picard, is so enthusiastic that, against the better judgment of his relatives, he frequently drives 75 miles from his home in Newport to Lake Champlain. Mr. Picard still climbs trees, although "most of the trees that I used to climb... Posted by xtop at 10:26 AM \| Comments (9)

April 17, 2004


	my life in fishing: learning, succeeding, pontificating I hold him in front of me, staring at him, and while I feel the keening excitement of having succeeded not once, but twice, I also feel the letdown, the all animals are sad after coitus feeling, because there are hundreds of fish in this lake and I want every single one to bear the mark of me in their mouth, a jagged little hole that claims every piece of swimming life as mine. Posted by xtop at 04:25 PM \| Comments (3)

October 28, 2003


	my life in fishing: success When the guy you're fishing with comes out of his house brandishing a 10 gallon white bucket and you don't flinch, don't even regard it as something strange, you know that something has changed for both of you. On the way down to the lake, we both agreed that we now had to catch a fish, catch several, catch enough that whatever inside us that hungered to drag a fish flopping from... Posted by xtop at 07:33 PM \| Comments (1)

August 17, 2003


	my life in fishing: solo Yeah man, just smash it open. Hell, there might be a pearl inside. I didnt want to get into the whole clam/oyster differential, and James had gotten a sense of my squeamishness, first in overcoming the repeating spearing of worms and now in the prospect of mindlessly stomping a clam open to harvest its flesh to catch more of its ilk. So I did it. The clam split open with a big gush of water and pieces of shell spinning away from underfoot. No pearl. James, disappointed, returns to pursuing his turtle. Then the old fisherman shows up. He has two tackle boxes, three poles, one big cooler and a take no bullshit from youngsters attitude. He regards the both of us with a slightly leery disposition, me even moreso since Im the naïve white kid come to fish with no knowledge at all. When I point out the clam I caught, he brushes it off, a literal sweep of his hand. Everyones caught one of those. He takes James under his wing and teaches him how to cast. I hook a hunk of clam onto my hook and cast out. Posted by xtop at 11:04 PM \| Comments (1)

August 11, 2003


	my life in fishing Since moving to Missouri, Ive taken up a number of different hobbies, oddball pursuits that make little to no sense in the context of who I was in Chicago. Thats not entirely true, because I had gotten somewhat enthralled with the concept of golf. As in driving range. This is about all I brought with me, and turned it into a mantra of frustration and catharsis every Friday afternoon after another week... Posted by xtop at 10:46 PM \| Comments (6)

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