I picture a crowd in a vast amphitheater, waiting patiently for The August Roger Stephens SRC Report. The room is hot, People are both tired and excited. They know their energies could summon Roger from somewhere behind the stage. No one has Covid, no one gets Covid, it is back in the good time, though somehow still now.
Someone shouts:
"Hey Roger, is it heating up or what?"
someone else....
"Roger-I've heard it said that SRC fishing was not as good for them this year, but who cares about them, right? What about you? For you, well.....I can hardly believe that.... Did this cool summer preserve fishing for SRC into August this year?"
others mumble, distractedly, with hope that THE Roger Stephens would somehow hear that same question and, that somehow, he would answer, and with volume they could clearly understand.
No doubt, if the answer came it would be Sphinx-like, a Puget Sound koan. Maybe on the magics of topwaters corrugated and buckled with strange and fantastic energies. The very ideas of RS lit with a mild bioluminescence that comes only when your approach to light, to night, to the unknown is fundamentally different. But when you see it, you see to the very depths of matter. To places now illuminated, where continental plates dive and rise with enormous undersea energies we can't possibly fathom. At least until a tiny light throws big shadows.....
Others stick fingers in their mouths and summon a devil's whistle, as if summoning a djinn.
Roger Stephens, a demon of the Sound? Oh hells no.....
Some hold their lighters in the air.
The stage lights have not yet come up.
From the back, from the way back someone starts the chant
"Roger.....Roger.....Roger"
And like a sequined tipped slider drawn up into a furrow of currents, a ripple of energy spreads.
Others catch the wave of growing excitement.....
"Roger....Roger.....Roger....." until their chanted devotion has a pulse, at first a little brady, and then tachy and as the vesper truly gets going, a mad and loud fibrillatory demand, a mania, an extratropical cumolonimbic mega stratus storm so full of pressure differentials and energies it earns the equivalent of a meteorological name...
The August Roger Stephens SRC Report.....
C'mon Roger, let's hear from you! @Roger Stephens
Someone shouts:
"Hey Roger, is it heating up or what?"
someone else....
"Roger-I've heard it said that SRC fishing was not as good for them this year, but who cares about them, right? What about you? For you, well.....I can hardly believe that.... Did this cool summer preserve fishing for SRC into August this year?"
others mumble, distractedly, with hope that THE Roger Stephens would somehow hear that same question and, that somehow, he would answer, and with volume they could clearly understand.
No doubt, if the answer came it would be Sphinx-like, a Puget Sound koan. Maybe on the magics of topwaters corrugated and buckled with strange and fantastic energies. The very ideas of RS lit with a mild bioluminescence that comes only when your approach to light, to night, to the unknown is fundamentally different. But when you see it, you see to the very depths of matter. To places now illuminated, where continental plates dive and rise with enormous undersea energies we can't possibly fathom. At least until a tiny light throws big shadows.....
Others stick fingers in their mouths and summon a devil's whistle, as if summoning a djinn.
Roger Stephens, a demon of the Sound? Oh hells no.....
Some hold their lighters in the air.
The stage lights have not yet come up.
From the back, from the way back someone starts the chant
"Roger.....Roger.....Roger"
And like a sequined tipped slider drawn up into a furrow of currents, a ripple of energy spreads.
Others catch the wave of growing excitement.....
"Roger....Roger.....Roger....." until their chanted devotion has a pulse, at first a little brady, and then tachy and as the vesper truly gets going, a mad and loud fibrillatory demand, a mania, an extratropical cumolonimbic mega stratus storm so full of pressure differentials and energies it earns the equivalent of a meteorological name...
The August Roger Stephens SRC Report.....
C'mon Roger, let's hear from you! @Roger Stephens
