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【TheThreeFishermen】
Therewerethreeofthem.Therewerefourofus,andAprillayonthecampsiteandontheriver,amixtureofdawnatadampextremeandthesunintheleavesatcajole.ThiswasDeerLodge1onthePineRiverinOssipee,NewHampshire,thoughthelodgewasnaught2butafoundationremnantintheearth.BrotherBentley'sfather,Oren,hadfoundthisplacesometimeaftertheFirstWorldWar,aforeignaffairthathadseriouslydonehimnogoodbuthefoundsolitude3abounding4here.Nowwewerehere,postWorldWarII,postKoreanWar,VietnamWaronthebrink5.Somuchlearned,somuchyettolearn.
Peacethenwaseverywhereaboutus,intheriotofyoungleaves,inthespreeofbirdconfusionandchatter6,inthestruggleofpre-dawnanimalsforthestartofanewday,aCooperHawk7thathadsmasheddownthroughtreesforasquealing8rabbit,yapofafoxatayoungster,askunk9atrooting.
Wehadpitchedcampintheneardarkness,EdLeBlanc,BrotherBentley,WalterRuszkowski,myself.Adozenormoreyearswehadbeenhere,andseennoone.Now,intoourcampsitedeepintheforest,sodeepthatattimeswehadtorebuildsectionsofnarrowroad(morealogger'spath)flushedoutbyearlierrains,deepenoughwherewethoughtwe'dagainhavenotraffic,cameagrowling10engine,anoldsolidbodyvan,aChevy,thekindIhaddrivenforFrankiePikeandtheLobster11PoundinLynndeliveringlobsters12throughouttheMerrimackValley.Ithadpre-WWIIhighfenders,afadedblackpaintonabodyyou'dswearhadbeenhammeredoutofcorrugated13steel,andanenginethatmadesoundstooangryandtooearlyforthestartofday.Twoelderlymen,wesupposedintheirseventies,satthefrontseat;felthatsattheslouchanddecoratedwithanassortment14oftiedflieslikeaminiaturebandoleerofammunition15ontheband.TheycouldhavebeenconscriptsforEmilanoZappata,soloadedtheirhatsandtheirvestsastheyclimbedoutofthetruck.
"Mornin',beenyet?"oneofthemsaidashepulledhisbootsupfromthefoldsathisknees,thetopsofthemaswideasabigmouthbass16comingupfromthebottomforafrogsittingonalilypad.Hishandswerelarge,thefingerslongandIcouldpicturetheminashopbarnworkingaprimal17planeacrossthefaceofamaple18board.Custom-made,oldelegance19,thosehandssaid.
"Barelyhadcoffee,"EdLeBlancsaid,themostvocal1ofthefourofus,quickestatfriendship,atshakinghands."We'vegotawholepotalmost.Havewhatyouwant."Thepotwaspointed2outsittingonahunkofgrill3acrossthestonesofourfire,flameslickinglightlyatitssides.Thepotappearedasifithadbeenatwar,anumberofdents4scarredit,thehandlehadevidentlybeenreplaced,andifnotadjustedagainstasmallrockitwouldhavefallenoverforsure.Once,ahalf-hourontheroadheadingnorth,notingitmissing,we'dgonebacktogetit.WhenwefishedthePineRiver,coffeewastheglue,themorningglue,thelateeveningglue,eventhoughwe'doftenunearth5ourbeerfromanaturalcoolerinearlyevening.Coffee,campcoffee,hasaritual.Itisthick,itisdark,itispotboiledoverasquaw-pinefire,itisstrong,itisenoughtowakethedemon6inyou,stokelastevening'scheeseandpepperoni.Firstmanupmakesthefire,secondmanthecoffee;butintothatpothastogofresheggshellstoholdthegroundsdown,givecoffeeatasteofhistory,asenseofplace.Thatmeansatleastoneeggbecrackedopenforitsshells,usuallyintheshadowsandglimmers7offalsedawn.Isuspectthat'swhere"scrambled8eggs"originated,fromsomecamplikeours,settlersrushingwest,lumberjackshungry,hoboeslobbyingforbreakfast.So,campcoffeehasmadeitswayintopoems,gatherings9,memories,atimeandthingnotlettinggo,notbeingmanhandled,notbeingcastaside.
"You'reearlyenoughforeggsandbaconifyouneedastart."Eddieadded,hisinvitationtossedkindly10intothemorningair,hissmileamatchformorningsun,amanofwelcomes."Wehavehotcakes,kulbassa,homefries,ifyouwant."Wehavethefoodofkingsifyoureallywanttoknow.Therewerenightswesatathiskitchentableat101MainStreet,Saugus,Massachusettsplanningthetrip,planningeachmeal,planningthecampsite.Somemenuswerefoundedonacaseofbeer,alatenight,acurseortwoontheridetoworkwhendaystarted.
"Beentherea'ready,"theothermansaid,hisweaponryalsonoted11byus,alittlemoreorderlyinitspresentation,includinganoldBoyScout12sashacrosshischest,thegalaxy13offliesinsupreme14positioning.TheywereoldYankees,inthefaceandframethepairofthemundoubtedly15brothers,staunch,writtenintoearlyroutines,probablyhadbeenupatthreeo'clocktogethereatthishour.Theyweretallerthanwewere,nofatontheirframes,wide-shouldered,big-handed,barelycomingoutoftheirreserve,butfishermen.Thatfactalonewouldwinanyofusover.Obviously,they'dbeenaround,aheftoftimealreadyaccrued16.
Thenthepoundingcame,frominsidethetruck,asifatireironwasbeatingatthesidesofthevehicle.Itwasnotatimidbanging,notaminor1signal.Bang!Bang!itcame,andBang!again.Andthevoiceofauthorityfromsomeplaceinspace,someregalspotintheuniverse."I'mnotsittingherethelivelongdaywhilstyouboysgab2away."Atoothlessmeshing3cameinhiswords,likeWalterBrennanatworkinthejailinRioBravoorsomesuchmovie.
"Comin',pa,"oneofthemsaid,themostorderlyone,theonewiththeoldscout4sashridinghimlikeabandoleer.
Theypulledopenthebackdoorsofthevan,swungthemwide,toshowHisVenerableSelf,ageless,white-bearded,felthattooloadedwithanarsenal5offlies,sittingonawhitewickerrockerwitharopeholdinghimtoapieceofvertical6angleiron,thecrudekindthatcouldhavebeenonearlysubwaysortrolley7cars.Acrosshislapheheldthreedelicateflyrods,oldashim,thin,bambooincolor,probablytooslightforalake'sthree-pounder.ButonthePineRiver,upstreamordownstream,underalders8chokingsomepartsoftheriver'sflow,atasignificantpoolwheresidestreamsmerge9andphantom10trout11hangouttheireternalpromise,mostelegant,fingertipelegant.
"Oh,boy,"Eddiesaidatanaside,"there'sthebossman,andlookatthosetools."Admiration12leakedfromhisvoice.
Rodsweretakenfromthecaringhands,theropeuntied13,andHisVenerableSelf,whitewickerrockerandall,wasliftedfromthetruckandsetbyourcampfire.IwaswillingtobetthatmysisterPat,thedealer14inantiques,wouldscoop15upthatrockerifgiventheslightestchance.Theoldonelookedaboutthecampsite,noted17clothesdryingfromapreviousday'srain,orderofequipmentandsuppliesaligned18thewaywealwayskeptthem,thecanvasofourtenttaut19andtrueinitsexpanse,ourfishingrodsoffthegroundandplacedatoptheflyleafsoasnottotempt20raccoonswithsmellycork21handles,nogarbageinsight.Henodded.
Wehadpassedmuster22.
"Youtheonesleaveitcleanerthanyoufinditever'year.Weknowedsunthin''bout16you.Neverdisturbedyouafore.Butwesharethegoodspots."HelookedcloselyatBrotherBentley,noddedakindofrecognition."Yourdaddyeverfishhere,son?"
Brothermusthavepassedthroughtheyearsinahurry,rememberinghisfatherbringinghimhereasaboy."Awaysback,"BrothersaidinhisclippedNorthSaugusfashion,outlander,specific,nowasteinhiswords.OldOrenBentley,ithadbeentoldus,hadwalkedfivemilesthroughtheunknownwoodsoffRoute16asaboyandhadcomeacrossthecampsite,theremnantsofanoldlodge1,andagreatcurveinthePineRiversothatamile'swalkineitherdirectiongaveyouthreemilesofstreamtofish,upstreamordownstream.Paradiseupnorth.
HisVenerableSelfnoddedagain,amanofsignals,thensaid,"Knowedhimwaybacksome.MethimattheIronBridge.Wepassedafewtimes."Instantlywecouldseethestory.Awholehistoryofencounterwasinhiswords;itmarchedrightthroughusthewayknowledgedoes,aswellaslegend.Hepointed2atthecoffeepot."Theboys'llbeoff,butmydaysdowntheregetcutupsome.I'llsitawhileandtakesomeofthet."Hesaidthettoopronounced,toodramatic,anditwasashorttimebeforeIknewwhy.
Thewhitewickerrockerwentintoaslowanddeliberatemotion,hisheadnoddedagain.Hespoke3tohissons."Youboysbebacknomore'ntwo-threehourssothesefellerscandotheirthingstoo,andkeeptheplacetidiedup."
Themostorderlysonsaid,"Sure,pa.Two-threehours."ThetwoelderlysonsleftthecampsiteandwalkeddownthepathtothebanksofthePineRiver,theirbootsswishingatthigh4line,themostelegantrodspointingthewaythroughscattered5limbs,experienceonthemove.Trout6beware,wethought.
"Webeencarpentersf'ever,"hesaid,theclipstillinhiswords."Thoseboysaminebeensomegoodatittoo."Hisheadcocked,heseemedtolistenfortheirdeparture,theleavesandbranchesquiet,themurmur7ofthestreamatinkling8idyllic9musicrisingupthebanking10.OldVenerableHimselfmovedthewickerrockerforwardandback,asmalltiming11takingplace.Hewashearingthingswehadnotheardyet,thewholesymphonyallaroundus.Eddielookedatmeandnoddedhisownnod.Itsaid,"I'mpayingattentionandIknowyouare.Thisisouroneencounterwithamanwhohasfishedforyearstheriverwelove,thatwecometotwiceayear,inMaywiththemayflies,inJunewiththeblackflies."Thegiftandthescourge12,we'doftenremember,havingbeenbothscarredandsewnbyit.
Brotherwasstillatmemory,wecouldtell.Silencewethoughtwasheavyaboutus,buttherewassomuchgoingon.Abirdtalkedtousfromahighlimb1.Afoxcalledtoheryoung.WewereonthePineRiveronceagain,nearlyahundredmilesfromhome,inParadise2.
"Name'sRogerTreadwell.BoysareNathanandTruett."Theintroductionshadbeenaccountedfor.
OldVenerableRogerTreadwell,carpenter,flyfisherman,rocker,leanedforwardandsaid,"Youboyswouldn'thaveacouplesparebeers,wouldya?"
Nowthat'sthewaytostartthedayonthePineRiver.