Chapter 15 fishing fun (1)

I am delighted to have known Isaac Walton [Isaac Walton (1593-1683), British writer, best known for his collection of essays, The Good Fisherman. 】.He is one of the few writers I would like to know.Because he's smart and compassionate.I would love to go fishing with him, and I have no doubts: this fellow is as good a fisherman in theory as I am, not in reality.My bookseller is a famous fisherman.In fact, booksellers are often master fishers, for the methods fishermen use to deceive and catch their scaled prey are no different from the methods booksellers use to attract and entice customers.

As for myself, I consider fishing to be one of the greatest hobbies, and though I rarely engage in it, I cannot help admitting that if I had ever engaged in it more often, there is no doubt that I now Definitely became a better person.Mrs. Juliana Bernice【Mrs. Juliana Bernice, a British female writer in the 15th century, most of her works focus on hunting.Nothing is known about her real life, and it is not even certain that there is such a person. ] True enough, she said: "At least the fisherman can take a wholesome walk and enjoy the pleasure of relaxing. The meadows are full of flowers and the air is sweet and fresh, all of which whet his appetite. He can hear The melodious harmony of birds, the sight of young swans, herons, teals, and other fowl flocking in flocks, all seem to me far superior to the clamor of hounds, the ear-splitting shriek of horns, and The wail of the birds is what the hunters, the falconers, and the fowlers make. And, if the fish takes the bait—he is filled with joy like no other at this moment."

My bookseller will not understand how a theoretical fisherman can be so enthusiastic about these things.Still, I rarely indulge in the practice of fishing.Really, that would be like expecting a pro-artist to be active and frequent in every art practice.My young friend Edward Ayer had an excellent collection of books dealing with the history of the Native Americans and the wars between the Indians and the colonists in this country.Another young friend of mine, Luther Mills, has amassed a large collection of books on the Napoleonic Wars.However, neither of these two brothers killed a man nor fought a single battle, although they both found pleasure in these accounts of the power of war and personal valor.I love the night, and the poetry of silent moments, but I don't sit long nights alone to hear the nightingale sing, or to contemplate the astonishing glory of heaven.

For the same reason, I admire and marvel at the beauty of the early morning, but I don't often get up early; Physical damage to myself or to the scale dwellers cruising among them. The best anglers in the world are those who "don't care about the fish"; purely killing fish is too cruel.Mrs. Bernice, in order to keep her excellent treatise from falling into the hands of the idle and unappreciative, has compiled it into a concise little book, which costs a terrible price, and only those who Only "refined and noble people" can have it.I don't know what people who like fishing just to kill fish think.I really don't know what is in the mind of such a person, facing the changing beauty of the seasons that nature presents to the appreciative eye; How have the meadows, hillsides, glades, glens, forests, and swamps communicated?

I would say that it is these savages, these destroyers of culture and art, who have spoiled the poetry of fishing and reduced it to the butcher's business.When it is no longer Henry Wharton [Henry Wharton (1568-1639), British writer, diplomat, and architectural theorist.Isaac Walton has written a famous biography of him. "Fishing," as Jazz likes to call it, becomes a vile and wicked hobby.Sir Wharton said: "Among those who do it, fishing is but a pastime to pass the leisure time, a rest for the mind, a pleasure for the soul, a distraction from sorrow, a calm of troubled thoughts, a moderation of passions, a medium of gratification, and a Trainer of habits of serenity and patience.”

It mentioned another man I was glad to know: Sir Henry Wharton, for he was also a good fisherman.Christopher North [Christopher North, was the pseudonym used by the British critic John Wilson (1785-1854) when writing for the magazine.These articles were very scathing, and Wilson probably didn't want to be scolded. ], too ("A great fisherman, now with God")—how I liked to go to the yarrow with him, a man of immense breadth of heart, knowledge, and wisdom. "Would you believe it? Lord," he said, "the passion for fishing in me has almost died. Now, I prefer to walk along the banks and hillsides and watch the boys fish, or let myself lie on the spot In the mottled sunlight, facing the sky, watching the slowly changing clouds!"

With such a fishing genius, I would love to go fishing with him. My revered Saint Isaac said, "Fishing is a bit like writing poetry—both are born." But one thing is certain: there are indeed poets who are not fishermen, and there are never fishermen who are not poets. Christopher North was a famous fisherman.He started his career when he was just a three-year-old kid.Armed with his string and hook, the little fellow threw his first rod toward "a small stream" which he had discovered not far from home.He did catch a small fish, and he took the poor little specimen home on a plate.It remained on display for the rest of the day.With this first experience, the child begins a new life.I like to think of this life as a joyous ode to the beauty and kindness of nature.