Aug 29th 08

 

Aug 29th, 08

 

This is the last tourist weekend.  Next week will be quite different along the ocean.

There will be a quit that descends.  It is real not imagined.  There will still be crowds from time to time and there will still be vacationers and there will be lots of boats and engine noise but there is a difference in the way the earth feels after Labor Day weekend.

 

It is a change of season, not of nature independent of man, but of man independent of nature.  Summer is over! School has started. Time to take the boat home and pack up and shut the vacation house down.   Christmas is coming, Halloween, Thanksgiving. Spring will be here before you know it and we can go fishing again.  That is the cultural norm; every year shuts down exactly the same way. 

I thank God year after year for the gift to fishermen of Labor Day.

 

The beaches will soon be open all night and the toll booths will shut down with plywood over their doors and windows.  The petty tyrants that cloak their selfish arrogance of illegal faux ownership of rights of way go home to their small worlds and the beach associations quiet their shrill nagging protests against the use of, “Their,” ocean by the general populace. 

Labor Day brings peace and right order back to the shoreline again.

 

Summer lingers for a while as evidenced by beach shack restaurants staying open on weekends for a month or two weeks and - thanks for a great season - signs start to appear.

In September people who like to run offshore start catching White marlin.

Tuna are here and in increasing numbers.

 

The tiny albacore that fly fishermen love start appearing in those places where they can be cast to from shore and actually caught from time to time and the stripers begin to stage for their migration and Labor day is in the forgotten zone of the, used to be, past.

 

Summer is still here and will be until the 21st and the fishing is easy.

 

Like the songs says. “Summer time and the living is easy, fish are jumping and the …

Or so it seems in my memory.

 

This a great time of year to rent a cottage and bring your boat and do some serious fishing.

 

Labor Day is the beginning of the best time of the year for those of us who love the peace and quiet that arrives in the fall.

 

One Response to “Aug 29th 08”

  1. Cire Says:

    There is an arc to it all
    Including the pause at the top
    Before the feet-first fall.

    Grasshoppers and giant white moths
    Northern flickers and foxes where the children once were
    And dark suits, renewed purpose and expensive perfume
    All are part of the same movement.

    We are in it
    Even when we are out of it.

    Maybe that is how
    The bluefish know
    The difference between
    The week and the weekend.

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