Lets look at some statistics as of today Sean is 303 months old, I on the other hand, I’m not that old. At the spritely age of 274 month’s give or take a few days I’ve come to know a little something about this world, and the greatest piece of knowledge that I can share is that most things you hear are made up on the spot, so here we go.
When Sean was born he weighed 6 pounds 7 ounces and our mother gained 10 pounds during her pregnancy with him, bless her soul. Me on the other hand 7 pounds even and mom actually lost weight. When Sean was brought home from the hospital he was met by family and friends congratulating mom and dad on how cute their baby was. When I as brought home from the hospital I was met by a full length parade put on by The Pony Express led by there chief and commander in full garb, Sir Herman.
When I was three years old I distracted a grizzly bear stalking Sean in the Russell back country by throwing my empty pistachio shells at its back as I skipped merrily behind it. Once it turned on me I ran to the dark back corner of our estate where I had a presharpened spear. As it reared up to take a swing at me Sean yelled, “Seth no I’m older . . .” I yelled back as a punctured the spear through the grizzly’s back, “Its ok I love you!!!”
I wasn’t always better than Sean, one of the biggest secrets that I am going to share is that I didn’t actually invent the Shadow Cast. It was taught to me by Sean as he would stand on boulders in the middle of the Stillwater River he would flip his fly in all directions right above the surface of the water, his rod looked as though he was conducting a 180 piece orchestra. As I peered through the bushes to watch I would see the largest, majestic Browns and Rainbows ever birthed waiting patiently for Sean’s fly to land. He wasn’t greedy though, he went for the sport of it and left the biggest fish for us commoners, yes, and at the time I was just a basic. Everyday when we got home from school or church we would race to get our rods and sprint to the riverbank. I went to my spot where I rushed to fill my limit, and then it was pen and paper taking notes through the bush on the Shadow Cast. At night I would climb as quietly as a mouse out of the top layer of our bunk bed and practice my Shadow Cast in the living room. He’d catch me as I was leaving the room and ask where I was going. I’d respond to get a late night snack and/or a glass of milk. The one night that he caught me practicing he knew exactly what I’d been up to and the actual seven years war had begun. The only time we rested was to drink glacier Gatorade and to eat bison jerky. At the end of the seven years we had come to a compromise that I could use the Shadow Cast but I had to move out of the room. We settled shook hands and agreed to the terms.
End of Chapter One.