Guerrilla Flyfishing

Ben C. Rain High School

Class of 1970

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Guerrilla Flyfishing - Class of 1970 - Ben C. Rain High School

First Name	Guerrilla
Last Name	Flyfishing
Graduation Year	Class of 1970
Gender	Male
Current Location	Daphne, Alabama
Hometown	Daphne, Alabama
Relationship Status	Separated
About Me	"The Templar is a fearless knight, who, as the body is covered with iron, so the soul is the defence of the faith. Without doubt, fortified by both arms, he fears neither man nor demon." -St Bernard of Clairvaux Owner Harryoutdoors Expeditions Supplier of Classic and Quality Equipment For Sport, Anglers, Explorers and Adventurers. Finding nostalgic products and equipment is an adventure in itself. The old simple and practical look and feel takes us back to better times. Just so everyone knows I'm not a military GUERRILLA and never have been it's just the title of a book I wrote GUERRILLA FLYFISHING get it while it's on special at lulu.com Soon to be single Author GUERRILLAL FLYFISHING http://harryoutdoors.com Editor Tales of 5 Rivers News Journal http://harryoutdoors.com Special Contributor Baldwin County News Other Works in Progress SCOFFER PROOF - ( rough copy on httpL//lulu.com ...fun discussions(knock down -drag outs) with atheists THE DYSFUNCTIONAL ANGLER - Dealing with depression and other emotional orders...why LOW TIDES are GOOD TIDES at times. IN PROGRESS posted on http://harryoutdoors.com all the way down at the bottom of course! Poetry Collections: A lot of 'em Owner - Harry Outdoors Gulf Coast Recovery I find things! I put businesses together with what they are looking for. I helped supply absorbent boom for the Gulf Oil Spill and located Microbial Cleaners that eat oil and leave only water behind... What is it you are looking for? I find things all over the world! Writer and Author Guerrilla Flyfishing is my first book and is still available at http:lulu.com and http://amazon.com Working on another book TALES OF 5 RIVERS Other Work In Progress: THE DYSFUNCTIONAL ANGLER I'm gonna be testing a new line of fly rods that should be ready for fall...also a possibility of fly rod building kits... Looking for brokers and resellers. Email me harryoutdoors@gmail.com or harryoutdoors@hotmail.com Royal Coachman by Harry P. Davis Peacock rainbow menacing the dawn Haste... Now haste to meet the boney jaw Lock the carriage, reign the stallions Fly with colors on the wind Flailing whip and spurs of flame 　 Ride ... Now ride and sharpen thy keen eye Fill your passengers with traildust Laugh with morning above the rifts Lightning songs and moonlit thunder Gallop regal angler! Deliver dreams… to we who dare to gaze upon your gauntlet’s biting < barb 　 The Fellowship Of The Rod h.p.davis 3-19-02 　 Fellows in dark places Wary company Keeping watch over depths where creatures haunt seeing things that most exclude knowing signs of seasons changing into seasons…ice to light Fellows in dark places Happy hunters slacking under breeches where dragons breed hunting scents which most ignore Finding notes from cloudless night’s frosting, under…covered daylight Fellows in dark places Feeling kinship of the taunting, streamers… ruined upon the rocks Leaving tracks where most abhor Even smallest fellows join, in revel song…joyous wonder Flailing whips of marvel, tied upon them …gossamer Sights of such intensity Only dreamers follow TRIGGER FINGER by Harry P. Davis Cold days of hunting fish Shadows playing tricks Fiery glints of silver tracers Trigger finger Pulling slack 　　　 Hungry Spring by Harry P. Davis Winter’s chill is almost done The casters will be gathering Along the banks of well worn trails Feeding trees & other snags Brand new nymphs and damsels 　 Harry P. Davis Author Guerrilla Flyfishing Publisher Tales of 5 Rivers But I’m just a fisherman and you’re a Lady You dance with earls and dukes upon silver dance floors Servants wait upon your every wish Your lips are the color of travel Your hair has known secrets of a dozen Spanish Dons But, I’m a fisherman and you’re a Lady I know only the sea I dance upon waves with mackerel and eels my lips are burnt from a bully sun The salt has bleached my hair and robbed my heart Your voice blends with orchestras of Venice Your fingers strum the mysteries of orientals Because of you, countries declare holidays of beauty as kings cry like beggars in the streets for your return But, I’m just a fisherman and you’re a Lady I sing to a deaf moon that mocks my words My thumbs are sore from knitting nets Women of the night drive me back to my boat dropping me off like a beggar in the streets Yet, you cry for my return leaving your world at my dock changing me Your voice blends with mine and we’re in Venice My fingers strum the mysteries of your Orient Because of you, I am knighted and my boat becomes my realm we dance upon silver decks as my moon accompanies our songs and when you leave I am just a fisherman and you’re a Lady Wingshot Sometimes when the moon comes up And white clouds shadow the brightness I see the days pass by very slowly Like an old movie on a rusty projector The sky holds time by the tail Especially in the evening when stars wake up Even the air smells older Like the end of summer Autumn skirts in front of that full moon Like a drake leading his flock home for Winter Not knowing he’s the lead character In this endless play with a countless cast Memories shoot by and dreams catch in my sights Like old school mates meeting after many years Set upon a screen of gold with silver ...(read more)