Looking down into the gin clear water rests a trout of considerable size. No arrow is drawn, or spear about to be thrust, there is not a net being flung or a trap set in the shallows as this particular trout has evaded all sorts of predators to get to such a considerable size. The Heron that waits on the edge, the merganser diving in the slower water on the side of the current, or the river otter taking advantage of the slower fish in the school, this giant has witnessed them all, and survived. This trout knows every grain of sand in these haunts and the undercut bank that has been its sanctuary and instinct to safety, allowing for the full potential of its girth, and maximum prowess to time.
Suddenly, upstream of the trout’s favorite lie, a stonefly emerges from under a cobble and struggles to rise to the surface of the stream. With a nonchalance of knowing (allowing the stonefly in its hapless movements to flow towards its awaiting jaws) the trout flips its tail to the side and moves with the current to intercept its entomological delicacy. It has now begun. The stoneflies keep flowing down and the trout is soon engulfing them as fast as possible. It is a gangbuster hatch and will continue into the evening hours.
One particular stonefly has an air bubble shimmering off its back and is attempting to swim with the most voracity this trout has ever been subject to. An easy item to engulf for sure, and the trout makes a move like a thousand times before. Upon sucking in the fly towards its awaiting belly, it seems one the legs has been caught in its lip and suddenly its head is snapped up with all the power of a sledgehammer trying to displace the positioning of its entire body!! With a torrent of movement to gain the sanctuary it has known, it bolts for the undercut bank. The pressure increases off the point of the leg on this jester stonefly and the dark passages of the bank can not be reached. In a panic the trout plunges upstream searching for the rapid current that has always been its secondary option when danger was sensed. This trout is power, and understands its capabilities when navigating its home waters and thrashes through the swiftest part of the water’s current. It holds in the current as long as possible bulling down to rocks at the bottom but suddenly succumbs to the displacing pressure that begins to guide its movements. Shaking its head, rolling over its body, or swimming in a tight circle, the trout finds itself suddenly in the shallows where present danger lurks, there is a shadow above getting ever closer. The trout is too tired to fight for its life and with all the craziness that just ensued it is an almost guarantee it is about to realize certain death.
From underneath its tired body a sensation of rising above the life saving flow of water is felt as its gills open to the lack of pressure the stream would provide. It is in an unfamiliar area in a zone of this earth where survival is denied yet the gills involuntarily react to try and gain its active circulation. Before it can adjust to this new environment it is half submerged into the water it craves and the annoyance of the stonefly is removed. The trout is sunk a little lower into the stream and rights itself ready to return to the depths it knows, confused by the whole affair but ready to relax for the rest of the day.
Who could have know such a foreign creature from another world could be fooled into reacting to a piece of fur and a hook? How is it possible that the ingredients of a sewing kit could be used to have such a creature succumb to another world that was never known, but ever present? With a decision being made to put the fish back into its water’s, its another question as to the draw to be the one to bring a fish into our world for a gratifying but brief second? That is the art and connection being experienced.