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Unexpected Encounter

In this episode, Unexpected Encounter . . .

Life presents peculiar twists that make us ponder the universe’s mysteries. Last week, I found an unexpected bookAnother Lousy Day in Paradise, A 1996 fly fishing journal by the inspiring humorist and author John Gierach. It may seem strange for a random book selection to inspire such reflection but stay with me.

I’ve always been a bookworm, often buying more than I can read—ask my wife. This book had been gathering dust on my shelf for over 28 years. As I delved into Gierach’s witty and insightful writing, I was captivated by his unique perspective on life, fly fishing, and the outdoors.

In 1992, while living in Manhattan, I stumbled into a shop on 5th Avenue called The Urban Angler. I purchased my first fly rod, an Orvis eight-and-a-half foot, three-ounce, five-weight beauty! I remember thinking Dad would say, “Why the hell would you buy a fishing rod in New York City?”

“Because I want to learn to Flyfish.”

“In New York City?”

No! . . . I’ve been reading about the Catskills Mountains!” Known as the “birthplace of American fly fishing,” these stunning mountains are home to some of the best trout streams in the state, offering breathtaking views at every turn. And the best part? They’re only a short train ride away from Manhattan!

Before I set off, though, I need to brush up on my casting skills, learn how to read the waters, and refine my technique for casting dry flies. I’d grown up using a spinning reel, a “bait fisherman”–a bad word–for Fly fishermen. After getting my new gear, I strapped it to my bicycle rode to Central Park on weekends, and learned to cast on the lake.

Returning to the book, my curiosity led me to “Google”–John Gierach. Was he still writing? I was surprised to find out that he had passed away just one month earlier, on October 3, 2024. The timing of my rediscovery of his work felt almost uncanny. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring this forgotten book to my attention when it was meant to be read.

This experience has left me pondering the nature of chance and coincidence. Was it mere luck that I picked up this particular book? Or was there something deeper at play? Perhaps it was a gentle nudge from the universe–time to retire and go fishing–or a reminder to cherish the present moment and appreciate the unexpected connections that enrich our lives.

Anyway, I’m grateful for this serendipitous encounter as I re-explore Gierach’s writings. It has reminded me of a talented writer and provided a valuable lesson about the power of chance and the importance of staying open to life’s surprises.

Also, it's about time I dug out that fly rod and returned to something I loved all those years ago–don’t you think?

I'm Patrick Ball; thanks for listening. I'll see you in the next episode.

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