fishing for words

(and tossing out random thoughts)

is toasted missing blogger toast?

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A main virtue of blogging is that there’s no demand it be taken seriously. Unlike news reporting, there’s no accountability. Unlike writing a novel, paperback or children’s book, one doesn’t have to worry about sales. That’s not to say it can’t or won’t be taken seriously. Like everything else on the Internet, blogs can contain gems of knowledge, humor or insight.

The only pressure behind a blog is that applied by the writer him/herself. Often this self-applied pressure gets to be too much, and a blog is formally retired or slowly slides into oblivion.

One blogger I’ve come to know fell off the radar so fast that the good folks at Outdoor Blogger Network are a bit elated worried and would still like to know where he might be. There’s speculation that he’s retired. I only know that wherever Mr. Unaccomplished Angler, aka Kirk Werner, might be, he’d better not be fishing.

As one who’s also spent a career throwing together words that might mean something to someone, admittedly not as creatively as Kirk’s series of Olive, The Little Wooly Bugger books or his blog, writing means you’ll never be able to afford retirement. So I disagree slightly with Jay over at The Naturalist’s Angle blog. (And I’ll admit to intially wondering if Jay was writing about fly fishing au naturel.)

Recent rumors regarding Kirk swirl like a back eddy around design work for a suspiciously unnamed client and a fourth Olive book. There are other, unsubstantiated reports of both Mr. & Mrs. UA involved in an outdoor activity that smacks of a New Year resolution and taking in a movie. I’d suggest that Kirk has set aside the trappings of fly fishing and has “retired” to his home office to focus on bring home the bacon.

So I think the folks at OBN can rest easy; there’s no need to call on the services of local NBC King 5 reporter “Danger” Jim Forman.

Some say he's a fly fishing machine, others call him Unaccomplished.

From where I sit, based on the sparse evidence so far collected, Kirk is paying the price, as most of us working stiffs do, for spending a wee bit too much time fly fishing. (If there can be such a thing.) Yes, bills need to be paid, and just as important, the family and wife deserve a share of his time.

Once his dog Eddie begins to recognize him again without the aid of four or five Milk-Bones, I’ve no doubt that Kirk, ratty River Guide hat on his head, will leave for his next misadventure.

With more blog fodder, he’ll be back.

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5 thoughts on “is toasted missing blogger toast?

  1. Sorry if there was any confusion about the “naturalist” thing. As liberating (and back to nature) as it might be to fly fish “au naturel,” I really don’t think the cold water would be very flattering. So… I wear waders just like everybody else… unless it’s summer and I’m wet wading… but then I’m still wearing a swimsuit. No nude fishing for me.

    Anyway, thanks for clearing up the mystery surrounding The Unaccomplished Angler, and for stopping by the Naturalist’s Angle blog.

    • Jay: Sorry if there was any confusion about the “naturalist” thing. As liberating (and back to nature) as it might be to fly fish “au naturel,” I really don’t think the cold water would be very flattering. So… I wear waders just like everybody else… unless it’s summer and I’m wet wading… but then I’m still wearing a swimsuit. No nude fishing for me.(Quote)

      There’s always the Wading Kilt.

  2. Pat, please just tell us that the swimsuit you wear during summer wet wading is not a Speedo.

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