I have some friends on the west coast who fish Tampa Bay area. In the mornings we net greenbacks by the frickin' gazillion. The first time I fished them I was astonished at how many baits they caught but soon found out why. He went to a place where he would be sure fish were holding and started throwing hand fulls of baits into the water. Those guys have techniques even of hooking a bait and like a slingshot with their rod can fling a bait a hundred yards placing it precicsely and waiting for the fish to boil on them. They use dip nets and fling a dozen at a time even. If you hold a bait and use your thumb you can flick one of the eyeballs out and throw it out. This causes the bait to swin in a big circle on the surface which drives redfish and snook crazy. If within a few minutes the fish don't start exploding on the free swimming baits we would move on til we found the fish.

Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.