Del Cana 2003 March
On Saturday morning Judy went thru a deeper than normal coughing spell to get cleared up for the day. The albuteral thru the nebulizer took two treatments to level her breathing so I didn't go fishing. Stayed close in all day long. Was determined to go Sunday and she encouraged it too. Tho I had the will I just wasn't totally comfortable in leaving her and didn't want to infringe on other's holiday time to sit with her. Instead I went a few blocks down the street to Fairgrounds Park.
Upon my arrival about 7ish I noticed the larger than normal crowds and the huge flocks of geese and mallards making a lovely morning picture on and near the lake. After strolling around the East section of the lake and walking across the old but beautiful bridge I decided to try a bit of fishing. Anticipating lots of small fish I only put a piece of a worm on my hooks and proceeded to lounge in my cloth chair and sip orange flavored Gatorade. I stood up to greet an old face who recognized me and one of the lines indicated a bite. I reeled in a nice but small catfish. Returned it to the water and cast back out. Before I could seat the pole in the rod holder another bite was felt and I reeled another in and put it back in the water. This situation was repeated countless times till in short time a crowd had gathered around me to watch. The constant activity drew more and more people who were not having the same luck as me. As the crowd grew larger and a few cast their lines near me with no luck they became talkative and inquisitive.
I was asked if I was a professional fisherman just slumming at the park today. Another wondered if I could teach him to catch and release like me. Still others wondered if I had special gear even though it was obvious I was using one of the familiar low end fishing outfits I carry just for panfish. The fish seemed to jump on my line. I didn't tell anyone I had a small spoon and spinner lure attached to the line just above the hook. When it hits the water it flashes light which attracts the fish.
Someone said he's caught and released 50 so far. Another said, no, I counted 61. I had no idea because of the interaction with the crowd and wondered how many I caught before my audience arrived. A young fella asked if I minded if he kept a few of the cats for fish stew and ran to get a bucket. I recalled counting 11 which I put in his bucket as he joyfully clapped while the process was going on. I used only a tip of a worm for each cast and most times just pulled that piece back down to cover the tip of the hook. Out of the many catches I made then I caught a few small striped bass and at least a few sunfish but the vast majority of the catches were catfish. They were mainly from 5 inches to maybe 8 to 10 inches long. A couple would have made a nice meal but I refused to break the aura I was in making so many catches so fast.
I was there in my professional fishing mode about 2 hours and frankly I got tired of the action and told the crowd, to their collective sighs, that it was time for me to go home. Thru my packing up stage I was asked when I would return and if I could teach them to catch fish like that. It was a wonderful and thrilling experience and I am sure I will wonder if I cast into a large school of hungry fish or the shinny spinning lure did the trick.
Del Cano 2006 June
I write words the best I can
tho they may dangle or hang.
Each one is part of an attempt
for me to get the biggest bang.
No matter how much I struggle
or the effort I put into it
I always get the feeling
there's just a wee more bit.
Don't get me wrong tho
I enjoy what I do write
Its just the desire to make
the words come out right.
I want them all to touch you
change or fill your emotion
I suppose its more like a balm
the way one rubs on lotion.
My words are targeting
the deepest part of your soul
Hopefully getting you to react
to feelings both new and old.
I just write my words
the very best I can
Maybe that's why I'm called
the Old Poetry Man.
Del Cano 2006 June
So many things I could say
so much wish I could tell.
There's specialness bout you
just like if a flower fell.
You are a wonderful friend
fact is I love you quite well.
You brighten my heart's garden
just like if a flower fell.
Serenity beyond words
always making me swell.
Liken to a work of art
just like if a flower fell.
You reach the depths
deep inside my soul's well
So pleasant, sweet and real
just like if a flower fell.
Del Cano 2006 April
Sitting here in near dark
sleep escaped my grip
With you in mind and soul
my coffee gets a sip.
Layed in bed in a stupor
nothing but shadows glow.
Body hyped to a frazzle
from wanting you so.
Like a video blasting
you wrapped in my arms.
Oozing the power you have
with your lustful charms.
Tho you hadn't arrived
felt your hands on me.
Thrills to a shuddering
racked me blissfully.
Sleep? How can I
when waiting for your touch.
Cravings overshadow it
when needing you so much.
My body is fully awake
thoughts sail thru mind.
You dug up the wanting
long thought sublime.
All hesitation gone
no need to stumble.
Right now can see it all
a mighty sexual rumble.
Sitting here in near dark
lusting and in a craze.
Sipping coffee in the morn
in a shadowed haze.
Del Cano 2006 April
