the rhythm of the rises, the slick nose poking up every few seconds, sliding back down without a trace on the water, Shaking, I could see the complete length of the fish in the shadow. I was so close, so concentrated on each detail of that square inch of water where his nose appeared again and again that sound stopped, motion stopped, until I realized I HAD to breathe, subconsciously blowing it down over my chin as though my breath itself would spook the fish. I swung the rod into casting position slowly, low to the water, profoundly, like a warship's guns taking aim. I stripped off the exact amount of line and leader to reach my target two inches above the nose, held my breath, cast, and .............." See? Can you imagine four men standing in a group and one of them saying "...so I stroked her thighs until she was breathing heavily and then I...." One of the fixtures of Freud's hypothesis and the power of sex is that well recognized phenomenon known as the "mid-life crisis". While sex may not be the only motivator in MLC, it IS the common denominator. In recent years there have been two notable movies that attempted to chronicle the most blatant examples of male sexual MLC, "10", and "The Woman in Red". Each plays out the scenario of one man's chance and brief encounter with a woman, at a supposedly vulnerable period in the maturation (and decline?) of their male ego, setting off an uncontrollable fantasy which they then foolishly attempt to convert into reality. Now the movie "10" really never did it for me. Bo Derek's simple smile at Dudley Moore during her wedding ceremony (to someone else), simply didn't ring any bells. Chasing her to Las Hadas (a world class resort on Mexico) would have made sense only if he had taken along a 9 weight rod. You can catch jacks off the breawater of the harbor. But "The Woman in Red" did hit a bullseye. In that movie, Gene Wilder is getting into his car in an otherwise deserted parking garage, and chances to see a beautiful woman (Kelly Lebrock) who, wearing a red dress and walking to the elevator, crosses over a hot air grate, which blows up under her billowy dress. She is struck by the sensual feeling of the warm air on her , ah, legs, and thinking she is alone in the garage, lets herself go with the moment, sensuously dancing and swirling unselfconsciously for a minute in the air flow. Gene is blown away by the fantasy of such a free and unfettered sexual creature, and proceeds to attempt to live out his fantasy, with the expected result. The movie IS worth seeing, if only for that first scene. But what does this have to do with Freud and fly fishing? Consider.
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