Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Most of the orphaned fishing line I saw in the trees around Puffer’s Pond in North Amherst last Saturday appeared fairly harmless — except that, unlike the natural string from Charlie Brown’s lost kite, these nylon lines might be there forever. This one, still fitted with bob and hook, dangled in the light breeze with just a hint of foreboding. “A giant’s dream,” I thought, as I imagined him sizing up a quarry of unsuspecting rafters.
— Kevin Gutting