Today's outing was interesting.
.. I went to a local lake - it's about a 30 minute hike in and a similar time coming out.
On the way coming around a bend I see a black object moving crossways to the trail. Bear?....
No - a stumbling extremely high guy in big black shorts. Behind him a fellow carrying a fishing pole.
.. There was only one car in the parking area when I arrived so I was happy to see, or I assumed, that I would have the lake to myself. This stumbling black shorts guy is so high, I can not say on what but likely some alcohol but also I think something else, that he had apparently either fallen or run into a tree and had multiple lacerations on his face. His buddy was stoic, not sure why, while he was jovial insisting on a handshake in greeting.
.. Brief encounter, but as I'm walking away, I'm thinking - oh shit, I have stuff in my car that I had collected from my former fishing pards house (story for another day) and not brought inside yet. So I'm like - I hope these messed up fucks don't break into my car and steal that stuff. There's a reason why people are always advised not to leave valuables in their car at a trailhead. I ain't walking back though so to the lake I go.
.. Now harkening back to yesterday's conversation I nearly made an entry this morning regarding the accidental murder of fish and am thinking quite hard on that very subject as I walk. First cast I hook up a nice Largemouth who has taken the hook rather deeply and (try mightily though I did) I could not extract the treble - long / short, the fish would not have survived and I had to proceed with the whacking. I hate it because I have no real proficiency, or poor aim or what, but the fish quivered before repeated efforts rendered it good and quiet.
.. I tossed it into the bushes (mainly high bush blueberry which surround the lake). Nothing goes to waste in nature. I take some solace in that and in knowing that an individual fish is not like an individual human, having no true individual identity but rather being a temporary projection from a single "oversoul", not to mention that they themselves are brutal killers and cannibals....still.....
..One day I think it will get to be too much, and I will quit. Or - I will get real old and unable to move freely about.
Returning to my conveyance I found it unmolested.