Essays and Musings

The Nostalgia of Homewater

Floating LogI’d like to use the term “homewater” to refer to that place an angler feels most at “home” in. It is usually referenced as one’s “home water,” but I’d like to imbue the word homewater for that place of the heart, because, following the old cliché, “Home is where the heart is.”

home. An environment offering security and happiness; A valued place regarded as a refuge or place of origin. (home. (n.d.). The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition. Retrieved August 04, 2009, from Dictionary.com website: http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/home)

We often think of home as a “place of origin” or place we currently live. But in this particular definition, I’m referring to one’s homewater as that place in which one finds refuge; a place where one is secure or happy. For an angler, there are several factors, one or more of which might cause him (or her) to label a place as homewater—that cause him to find refuge, security or happiness.

One obvious factor has to do with the fish. If there are usually many fish caught, or they are of a certain size, or typically put up a spirited fight, or are super-selective, or are of a particular species, or whatever criteria the angler uses, and it’s fairly consistent on each visit, this could cause the angler to find happiness on that water.

Another factor might be the proximity to the angler’s dwelling, which is most often associated with discussing a home water, which maybe should be referred to as “local water” instead. This proximity often leads to the frequency with which one visits a water, and the familiarity that comes with such frequency. However, many anglers frequent water that is not close to their permanent residence. A friend who lives in Boise, Idaho spends one month a year in New Zealand and considers the waters on the South Island his homewater as much, or more so, than those near Boise.

The esthetics of a place may be brought to bear as well. Something about a water can strike a spark within an angler, maybe something hard to put a finger on, but a spark of beauty or rightness of a place; which can be two components of refuge, security and happiness.

For me, what I perceive to be beautiful in a homewater, is what I consider as the archetypical trout stream: high mountains covered in evergreens and aspens towering over golden-bottomed rivers running through meadows of wildflowers and trees sprinkling the banks. My two homewaters fit this description and I have had fine experiences at both.

Experiences related to one or more of the above factors is what creates a homewater. In fact, I believe that an angler sometimes has a local water without it becoming a homewater because the right factors have not coalesced, on that particular water, for that angler. There are no repeating experiences that cause deep memories for the place.

It is the memories of the experiences that causes one to find refuge, security or happiness in a place. It may be memories which are old and come from well established traditions, maybe created in youth; or even recent memories created in adulthood. Whenever the memories were created, they are compelling enough o want the angler to return and re-experience them.

When an angler is removed from these experiences, whether moments away with the homewaters receding in the rearview mirror, or decades removed, he feels a longing to return to his homewater. This longing is a nostalgia for the homewater, which is often thought of as just a desire for something from the past, but this has not always been the definition:

1770, “severe homesickness” (considered as a disease), Mod.L. (cf. Fr. nostalgie, 1802), coined 1668 by Johannes Hofer as a rendering of Ger. heimweh, from Gk. nostos “homecoming” + algos “pain, grief, distress.” Transferred sense [the main modern definition] of “wistful yearning for the past” [was] first recorded 1920. (nostalgia. (n.d.) Online Etymology Dictionary. Retrieved August 04, 2009, website: http://www.etymonline.com/index.php?term=nostalgia)

It is the older definition, not the modern one I would like to dwell on, the one formed from the Greek nostos and algos: a homecoming of pain, grief or distress. How could such be the case, how could a homecoming ever contain one of these negatives?

When one has a homewater, there are hopes, there are expectations that the water will still resonate with the original factors that made such a place a homewater, The angler fully believes it will be so. But that’s not quite right, the angler actually fears that it is not so: there is the fear that something, whether within the angler, or at the water, has changed. Will something that factored in the original experiences not be recaptured? Will the place have physically changed? Will there be no more refuge, security or happiness there?

It is then that the homecoming, the anticipated event that should be filled with thoughts of refuge, security or happiness are overcome instead with pain, grief or distress. The full burden and weight of nostalgia sweeps over the angler.

It is so with my homewaters, the two places that I feel most at peace in, that I long for, where I am wading the cold waters of my dreams at, it is there I most fear will be lost. Lost to development, or to ATVs, or other anglers, or nonnative species. Or whatever malaise the mind can conjure. Where is the refuge in that?

Once in the cold press of water, with the weight of the fly rod in hand, I close my eyes and memories return. Then  the burden momentarily lifts and refuge comes in the hope of the conjunction of feathers and fins.


A nod to Tom at Trout Underground for his recent post on Home Water.

Rod Crossman (of Crossman Art–beautiful paintings!) pointed me to one of EB White’s excellent essays, “Once More to the Lake” that you ought to check out.

Some posts of mine that deal with the same type of topic:

Hope and Faith of a Fly Fisher

Sleepless Autumn Night

Delayed Gratification

The Return (a poem)

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10 comments for “The Nostalgia of Homewater”

  1. Very nicely done.
    I fished my home water the other evening for smallmouth. It has been poor all year until now. The experience was quite like a pleasant reunion, especially as the fishing was good, and I saw the first bald eagle I have ever seen on this river.

    Home waters are kind of like our quiet place. A location we can go to get back in touch with our inner soul.

    Posted by Erik Helm | August 7, 2009, 10:30 am
  2. Scott
    homewater…. the aquifer my mom drank from while i was growing, suspended and swimming within her waters was near Jackson, WY … I felt a strange connection to that place the last time i visited…. thanks for your writing calm days , rod

    Posted by rod | August 9, 2009, 10:07 am
    • Rod,

      As always, thank you for dropping by. I like that connection of you suspended in her waters while she partook of the waters near Jackson–excellent! My wife’s grandparents were from there (grandma died last year and grandpa moved this year) so we spent a lot of time. I used to take my fifth grade students every year for four days and three nights at the Teton Science School just north of Jackson. There are some parts of the valley there that I really connect to as well.

      Posted by Cutthroat Stalker (Scott) | August 9, 2009, 1:29 pm
  3. Homewater……. hmm. The problem is I have 100 super fine rivers or streams within 30 minutes of my house. I guess as the SF is my home water as it is the closest and is where I spend my winters ;)

    Posted by Kevin | August 12, 2009, 8:36 am
  4. Thank you for this. As a boy, my homewater was a reach of Tununguant Creek (Bradford PA), channelized by the Army Corps, but each spring a few wild brown trout washed down from the headwaters and took up residence in “the spillway.”

    Today, homewater is the relatively pristine Big Hole River. But the magic of catching a wild fish is no greater for me today (and maybe less so) than it was for that 8-year old boy…

    Posted by EcoRover | August 20, 2009, 3:32 pm
    • ER,

      I’m glad you found something worthwhile in this piece. I had a somewhat similar experience as a boy–when I first moved to Utah I found canals running through the city. Everyone told me it was foolish to fish there when they saw me with my pole. I caught two browns. I’ve got a somewhat lengthy piece about this experience I’ve been toying with putting up as a post some day.

      Posted by Cutthroat Stalker (Scott) | August 20, 2009, 8:49 pm
  5. There are some woods that I feel especially at home in – places where I know the lay of the land and can wander mindlessly without need of a map or worrying about remembering landmarks as I walk. I know some places too where I can be pretty assured that no one else will be there and my reverie will be undisturbed.

    It is sad when places like that are destroyed. As a kid riding in the car with my dad, he would always be pointing out places where he used to hunt or fish when he was a kid and now it is a strip mall or whatever. Sure dad. Well now I find myself doing the same thing with my son – and he pays about as much attention to me as I did to my dad!

    MDW

    Posted by forestrat | August 21, 2009, 7:53 pm
    • FR,

      It’s good to have you drop by. I love that idea of being able to “wander mindlessly without need of a map or worrying about remembering landmarks.” That really does bring one to that sense of place with one’s home.

      Places that used to be…ah, yes. I grew up a navy brat, so I really had no sense of “home” growing up. I am finally comfortable calling northern Utah “home,” after living here for about 25 years now. The first 10 of those years saw relatively little growth. But the past 10, oh boy! Yeah, I’m telling my kids the same thing, about the hundreds of acres of fields that now have subdivisions galore. Not pretty.

      Posted by Cutthroat Stalker (Scott) | August 21, 2009, 9:10 pm

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