A rainbow trout fondly named Walter.

I first met Walter about three months ago in one of my favorite fishing holes on the Pequest River.  The first time I saw him he launched out of the air like a rocket and I thought my heart skipped a beat. He took off down river and my reel was singing as the line went straight to the backing. He broke the fly off my tippet and I was left staring at the river with my mouth open wondering what just happened. Like a bad addiction, I kept coming back to the river conveniently a mile from my home to hunt for Walter. Trout have a tendency to return to the same place and they rarely wander far from home. I hooked and lost Walter four times over the last three months. The last time he launched into the air and I swear he smiled at me before he spit the hook from his mouth. Each time I would ceremoniously lose Walter I would come home and tell my wife and daughter the story of another epic battle where Walter was the victor.  I believe even my family had grown fond of this fish. After a fight for the ages I finally landed Walter today and got to hold the beautiful fish. He flew out of the air three times and it took me 30 minutes to finally bring him to hand. He was too big to fit in my net so I had to bring him to the shore. When Walter and I finally met face to face I felt as if I was looking at an old friend. Like my fly fishing buddy and NJ fishing Guide John Heaney said, when I finally landed him I had a whole new respect for the fish. I took my pictures, of course, and gently got him back in the water and swimming again. I tipped my hat to Walter waved goodbye and thanked him for the experience. It’s one I will never forget. There is something very special about that fish. The pictures of him leaping out of the air are etched in my mind. Though I likely woke up sleepy neighbors with my screams of frustration the times I lost him I’m glad I did. Nothing easy has ever felt truly earned and Walter is a reminder that perseverance brings rewards and if you keep trying eventually you may land the fish, the job, the next great picture and maybe even finish the race.

I love where my camera takes me. Last week I was bottling wine with my wife at our wine making class. While snapping away at bottles of our young Amarone I was fascinated by tales of local ghost hunters told to us by our wine making instructor. It appears that the surrounding area where we live is alive with tales of things that go bump in the night. There is a road near us named “Shades of Death” and it’s very close to “Ghost Lake.” Both have a history of the spooky. After a little research I found Dina Chirico,Team Leader, North Jersey Division of Ghost Hunters Society on the internet. We discussed some of her favorite places to hunt ghosts and we arranged to meet for photos at a graveyard in Hackettstown, NJ. It was once named “Hatchet Town” for a series of gruesome murders. Just kidding. I couldn’t resist.

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