
On a warm, overcast fall morning the fish were jumping all across the pond. With every stroke of the paddle, there was a flash under water or ripples on the surface. Baitfish skittered. Lazy insects disappeared in loud slurps. Fish shot out of the water, presumably for the joy only comprehendible to the simple mind of a fish. It was a beautiful sunrise scene.
Except for the fact that I didn’t have a fly rod. I did have a shotgun. And there were no ducks.
Animals are smart. But they’re animal smart. That is totally different than human smart. Their brains are, biologically speaking, basic. They can’t do math, conjugate verbs, or form opinions on geopolitical matters. They can stay alive, though. That is more important than algebra. Dare I say that it is more important than most of what is discussed on cable news.
So even though I routinely anthropomorphize trout, I am completely aware that they’re empirically vacuous. I know their IQ is unmeasurable. I also know that they possess some supernatural sight beyond sight wherein they can sense my intentions when I enter the woods. Here’s what I mean:









